"infinites" poems
An account of life
A breathe of air
An ounce of care
Inevitably to live
The plants grow
The water flows
As the wind slows
There is life everywhere
Flying and swimming
Crying and grinning
Crawling on my hand
Unending cycle
With touch it tickles
Surrounding filled infinites
Tinier than tiny
I am killing them all slowly
As I live.
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 1:33 AM UTC
Above my home where the dark clouds
curl into the sky clinging for a home to
rest their sleepy depiction, shadowed
trees hum sweet lullabies, lonely leaves
breathe in the sad song of fallen dimensions,
letting its lifeless view roll upon their frame,
the chilled breeze sailing in the skyline,
as I scramble my way out of a filthy dumpster,
a mountain of disintegrating mess covering
my broken body, hovering flies surrounding
sticky strips of spaghetti, moldy mashed potatoes,
and moldy chicken *** pies, while my mind sunk
into traveled thoughts, bruised hands pressed against
the creases in my forehead, allowing my existence
to feel the stranded scars streaming in various mazes,
dull eyes flushed with a burning disorder, aching cheeks
and chests nestled in darkening chamber corners, buried
hips and thighs uprooting in somber blades of grass,
thorned, torn, and destroyed in different worlds. As I stood
on the slippery pavement staring at the ruffled scenery
in my sight, spinning streetlights thickening into slouched
positions, screaming sidewalks spilling sadness and madness
in the drenched air, razor-edged buildings inching into crushed
centimeters, jumbled meters, ****** yards. I replayed the sober
images in my head, the way my young brown-skinned mom said
I would never amount to anything, how I could hear the raged
noun ****** sift into the distance, its flaming mechanics
accelerating into screeching sounds, the way she hurled
her fists at my smashed face, every vibrant language
breaking apart, slamming shut into closed infinites,
snagged contractions and gerunds diverging into
shuddering double spaced negatives, the way she threw
my lingering body inside the trash dumpster, her sharp
scarlet words, You are no son of mine, ricocheting off
savage surfaces, sparking my soul in a calamity
of choking diction.
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 1:04 PM UTC
your hair smells like brimstone
in my memories that swirl under the pale streetlight
and in the reflective shards fogged over by our words
swollen overripe sicksweet mangoes
colors are more than the sway of hips
or a glint in the eyes laced with starbursts
and a face contains no infinites
i remember the smoky silence
drowned in fiction
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 12:15 AM UTC
.
•look far...
to the horizon•as the sun
dips into the ocean •most magnific-
ent display of colours • radiance in yell-
ows and captivating ambers•majestic specta-
cle that will dwindle within minutes•no words
could match such beauty that deals in infinites •
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~ ~ s un grows red der•~night sky cree ps in, with th e ~
~~ ~moon smilin g bold• ad opting her ~stan ce as the ~ ~
~~ ~ gua rdi~an hereaf ter• entour age~ of s tars ~
~ ***** le with s peckle s of g old • ~ ~
~ ~ ~ ~ b~idding farewell t o ~ ~ ~
~ ~t he su ~n's* ~ ~~~
~ ~~ ~ ~ ~
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ruling sceptre•
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
926
Patience—has a quiet Outer—
Patience—Look within—
Is an Insect’s futile forces
Infinites—between—
‘Scaping one—against the other
Fruitlesser to fling—
Patience—is the Smile’s exertion
Through the quivering—
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“She who has infused every minute of my day,
Hastens through titillating my endorphins.
Absconded hiding within myself,
As blue crystals glaring teeter in the sea,
As we sanction the reticence of ardor,
While the sea eradicates its perennial effigy,
As infinite cascades eradicate beneath us,
As the water stride procures to the sandy shore,
Where the waves shatter on unsettled rocks,
As once again the clear light bursts as sun sets,
Enmeshed in a fabric of palpable vibrant colors,
Portrayed as that of a burlesque plumeria of infinites,
The plumeria burst of aureoles immortal love,
Unyielding its pedals as the devouring sea rotates,
Will ephemeral demise procure in the deep blue sea?
Over its blue pedaled face an astringent frown,
We have embarked on a promenade of love my dear,
I now stand before you no longer with emptiness,
Only perennial affection that you are mine and I yours,
In our Aureoles of Plumeria”
By AG 03/10/2018 ©
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 6:52 PM UTC
458
Like eyes that looked on Wastes—
Incredulous of Ought
But Blank—and steady Wilderness—
Diversified by Night—
Just Infinites of Nought—
As far as it could see—
So looked the face I looked upon—
So looked itself—on Me—
I offered it no Help—
Because the Cause was Mine—
The Misery a Compact
As hopeless—as divine—
Neither—would be absolved—
Neither would be a Queen
Without the Other—Therefore—
We perish—tho’ We reign—
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'some infinites are bigger than other infinites'
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 3:56 PM UTC
ever since
that brightest of lights
birthed the universe
and all that it holds
our particles have
been striving through
all that is known
of space and time
through countless changes
of form and matter
through our unknown infinities
amidst the infinites known
through beliefs and disbeliefs
uncertainties and doubts
falling continuously
in the path of our orbits
endlessly we will travail
entrained to reunite
with our eternal partner
separated only temporally
impeded by the superlunary
seemingly fated from beyond
the gravity of this mystic tie
binds all sempiternally
and we will be found
one in the other
Nov 26, 2023
Nov 26, 2023 at 5:25 PM UTC
.
Nights don’t change…
Perhaps just the stories
they weave in infinites
from the fires of stars
and embers of hearts…
Or perhaps it’s the way
they were captured
and deciphered;
Reworded and retuned
to the song and dalliance
of the hand-wielded ink.
Sep 13, 2022
Sep 13, 2022 at 5:02 AM UTC
"Infinity" What comes into your mind?
Some say they see gray hair, rocking chairs and old worn-out clothes.
Some would say they'd hear church bells, vows, they'd see rings.
Some say they see it through the eyes of a mother, conceiving an unborn child.
Some say they see it in stars, so wide, so vast, so distant, immeasurable. Too far.
Some see it in uncertain future time.
But when asked, "What do you see in infinity?"
I'd smile and answer.
"I see cold coffees, I see dinner dates, I see your smile, I hear our laughs, I hear our favorite songs and I once again feel that impalpable comfort I find in your voice.
But,
I also hear your good-byes, I hear your costant apologies, I hear my muffled cries in the middle if the night and I see those unsent letters I should've given you a long, long time ago."
Sad but true. That's what I see. But maybe, that was our own infinity.
Maybe some infinities aren't just as beautiful and worth telling as others,
Maybe some infinites are larger than other infinities,
Maybe ours lingered on the corners of that restaurant where we met and stayed on that streetside where you left,
Maybe our infinity, ended a long time ago, long before we decided to let it go,
Maybe your infinity and mine meant to go on parallel lines,
But, maybe infinities aren't meant to last, cause maybe true infinity comes when you don't have to question "How long" but "How real"
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 9:16 PM UTC
I am trapped
Halfway to heaven, infinites upon infinities disguised as stars.
I just want to feel like I’m more than the dark and empty space between them.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 3:20 AM UTC
He knows
how to light up
my evenings
and brighten
my mornings.
He would give me
the songs of the stars,
he would ignite
me with a sheen
of sweat.
flushed,
I grace my
cigarette with a
kiss from the flame,
like he enflames me
and we rise
through
this cloud of smoke.
burnt,
we are caught
within the barrel
of time,
our infinites between
then and now.
I ***** out
the cigarette
with his memories
and together
we are born by the
clouds
up to the distant
sun.
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
Infinity had been there so long,
So many pasts where remembered for
Where one reality would
Pass,
Fade,
Forgotten
But for echoes that breathed unto the
New beginnings like a stain. Etching its
Way through this moment of clarity
But would taint upon a creation seeding
Into its fabric, a lost feeling, that moment it past into
Darkness,
Alone,
Featureless
Cold where noting but inanimate stones fell.
It was a path on which its existence was like
DNA, broken and scattered.
Now Infinity never let a tear fall, but this time
It was like a stone falling into time and cleansed
This lonely moment.
Now a time of yearning taken into the
Winds that spread a new kind of feeling.
Of hope not desperation, that followed
Each passing as life like a candle faded and
Then was like everything, nothing.
But a single tear fell from eternities gaze,
Now there is hope as we look up to the stars
Yearning to look into infinity pausing for a look upon its gaze.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 3:51 PM UTC
Live on the edge of infinites reasons ,
someone once said , you can only see as far as you can think/
and i think that’s true , who sets infinity ?!
why you do silly !
You are the one who enviseges infinities distance -
how vast, is this cosmos we know?...
well for example - the mitrochondria inside our cells know of the vast micro cosmos,
and we too ,
on our human scale - are knowladge and wisdom and also a part of....
......... ...... ............... ............ a vast cosmos in cosmos in situ .............. ....... ............ .................
...playing out - dancing in..
on scales so small - so vast
so un-finite
who’s to say ; we haven’t found it all!
in the stars that are written in the dew drops on a saturday morning?
or at the bottom of a bowl of soup ,
- who says that we are only whole with another -
who are we to say ... "we are only friends of nature"...
why we are nature silly!
we are natures
very nature.
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i've experimented some , on myself and found that : do something with care , patient and slow
work at it
let is blossom and grow
and vioolaaa!!
Masterpiece dish finished.
now let’s eat.
Chin chin ,
cheers m’dears !
To be-ing and beings .
To the dust motes of magnificence
here’s to you.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 5:33 PM UTC
as i grow my waist line
and tiredness yawns
over all the to-do's
and the days going by
add infinites of idontgiveashit
one thing i know for sure
this lover i did not kiss
this embrace i could not reach
this charm in that unbreakable mirror
will be the only story
i'll believe to have lived
and in the stupor of the decadents
i will be smiling
i
me
as he would have seen me
if it could have been
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 5:37 PM UTC
she poured brown sugar on top. talked but refused to speak. that. was her last inhale. cigars ordained the fountain and the blue irises diluted. i expected to see drops. the ends shriveled up.
but we swigged godiva
she said:
sunday we’ll go to the beach
i laugh at first
the open air was all legs and armpits
i casually held my palms to my nose
wine to drown the stench
she chatted in infinites
there was only a small bustle. thirteen o’ clock. the canvases were pulled back. always some glass in our hands. the horses didn’t care, in fact, let us stroke their noses. i still wonder what they patrolled. we kept drinking. passed out in a public park.
i said
it’ll be concrete jungles
friendship forgotten
she woke with leaves
at her temples in her tear ducts.
i typed it
l e a v e s
seen by all
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 7:12 PM UTC
the horizon
claims its mortality
by consuming the sun,
the sky
pronounces its existence
by littering stars,
bound by no one
two infinites collide
ear-marking the spread of time
on a time sheet,
with grids and figures
and algorithms,
innocuously designed
to measure oblivion
set lucidly aside.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
THE UNDEFINED POEM
I ask you ask they ask
We ask the same questions
And we demand the same answers
But how can we demand for answers
From whom
We are dust in the wind
And shadows in the desert
And words in an undefined poem
We don’t understand his language
We don’t understand his rhyme
We don’t understand his rhythm
But we suppose must sing it
We must scream with it
We must scream for life and light
And for light in life
Its difficult for a common people like
everyone of us
to elevate in the sky with this poem
but its difficult also to elevate in the sky
without this poem
The eternal flame
The eternal fog
The eternal everything
The eternal nothing
“I am not sure about what I say
But I speak that’s for sure”
These are words of this undefined poem
The poem speak I speak you speak
everybody speaks
the poetry of ignorance or the ignorance
of poetry
No rules just delays and various
Meanings
The poem is undefined and infinite
The problem is
That all of us as words of this poem
We are not infinites
So the poem goes on without us…
CHRISTOS HARATSARIS
POET
ATHENS-GREECE
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 10:28 AM UTC
She kisses me as if I am her prized scotch stained leatherback book
There isn’t enough writing in the lines of my pages
no footnotes in this decree of insanity
repetition throbbing as if asphyxiation is
tattooed across my esophagus
only to resuscitate every apology I’ve choked on
too stuck on the goodbye in between my teeth
she tells me that my spine reminds her
of the ripples in a pond during a year long drought
there isn’t enough water in the shallow puddle of my soul
to pour anything into her cup
she breaks her knees crawling away to another solution for her thirst
she is driving on the highway passing every carcass
of previous versions of herself i fell in love with
i’ve been too busy chewing on her back tires
attempting to slow down the roaring engine
my ears are bleeding from every time
she laughs at another boy’s sense of humor
I am too caught up bringing down the skeletons in my closet
that have decided to hang themselves
their nooses are wrapped in every metaphor I have ever written
she is busy grinding my ego into a line for inhalation
getting high on my fault lines has always been a pastime for her
no baseball archive of happiness in her smile
only the hesitation before every time her lips crease like
a subpoena to an AA meeting that you can never leave
I attempted to soak every “I love you” I have ever dared whisper
into the nape of her neck
a spiraling contusion that is a novelist’s ****** desire
she is choking on every slammed doorway
she never had the courage to walk out of
she dreams of diving off of parking garages
to swim in the lucid concrete
she is convinced she is nothing short of a sore jaw
the bruxism caused from chewing on every
roadside cross written in memory of her
my fingers haven’t stopped bleeding as I continue to try
to fill every ******* scotched stained leatherback book
in the library that is my love for her
so while there may be short infinites
I will write too many of them for the both of us to count.
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 2:01 PM UTC
*and there was a feeling -
a glowing in her chest,
a blooming nurtured by music,
an energy lulled by rest.
it moves through all things,
this pervading catharsis -
you may find it in the cracks,
or the things on your list.
as for her, she found it
on a road to nowhere -
one of a million infinites,
too heavy for her to bear.
she could no longer move the thing,
for hindered by her own weight was she.
she held in her chest a heavy heart,
dry heaving her way to her heaven to be.
and that was when she realized,
as the wind lifted her chin -
infinite is only as big as infinite is,
until infinite comes crashing in.
"what's left of me then?"
she sighed to herself.
and then the wind whispered, humble and true.
"what's left of you is still the very you."
"you may be the girl who has never won
after staring cruel despair in the face.
you may be on a million roads to nowhere,
but this is just the start of your race."
"the you who your mother cradled in her breast,
the you who looks at the world with wonder,
the you with color in her eyes and flowers in her smile,
who thinks light can be both a question mark and an answer."
a smile slowly began to set on her face,
subtly at first, then shining through her skin.
she no longer feared and fed on anxiety;
she felt stronger than she'd ever been.
soon she let go of what was no longer there,
and slowly she learnt to no longer despair.
with an open mind and a heart so true,
she began her journey into the blue.*
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 10:36 AM UTC
Like the waves fiddling with the shore
A distant past often reaches out
Bringing back the memories of
A time once cherished, a time now lost
Like the constant ebbs and flows
A face emerges and gently recedes
Brings along a craving for the unknown
And takes away all the heart's content
Like the sea is home to the turbulent waters
A chaos echoes within the consciousness
And yet the necessity for survival
Would not let these tremors die down
Like the horizon, where two infinites meet
The past seems within an arm's reach
The sailor always curious, never complacent
Often forgets that appearances can be deceiving
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 1:59 PM UTC
and the pain says, “i have come for you.”
and in your heart you know it’s true // how could you possibly ever recover from this? and you say, “you are too blinding// i don’t want to look.”
but you can // stare lady death straight in the eyes and take away her power.
“you cannot hurt me // i am lighter than air.” but you see // she can (because you’re dying, my friend) but instead she will kiss you instead of stab you // because death takes mercy not on the strong but the intellectual // and if you understand you are free.
your soul is a wall of pain // folding in on itself // your perfectly numbered reality slipping away.
and death says, “i have mercy and i have fire.” you pick fire, for the flames in your chest and the flames in your head // turning your heart to ashes.
your soul is a wall of thorns. the pain says “what can i do for you?” and all you want it to do is take you, take you instead. but you do not say that // because death has no power and your hands are your own.
you say “nothing. this is a dream from which i know i will wake.” // your heart is a wall of storm clouds, and the thunder offers to lend you its strength. instead, you lend your shoulders // and your hands.
life shivers // melts // moves on (and it continues without us.) and the pain says “i have come for you.” in the heart wherim a strangers words lurk // a conquered promise of more time lies // not of comfort but hope (and you learn to understand the aching of your body.)
stars are lost to deep space, and caught in the obliviousness of it continues to fade. and in one thousand years she will walk the place where mother nature has taken back your bones // and you will understand.
but we will never understand death // because within each lifetime, each year, each day, each breath granted we are taunting her // asking for her to come shrink our infinites to nothing.
and it is this affliction that shows us nothing is born of soil and space // that the leisure of thought cannot conquer her.
when you die // you escape this laybrinth of suffering (which is the reason for death, the kindest angel of them all)
and you look to this all encompassing pain // and say “yes. let us embrace as equals.”
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 1:00 AM UTC
Dark.
Quiet, quite.
The fan blows cool air on my skin.
Cats yowl nearby, the shuffling of cat litter
Makes sounds like oceans waves,
or so thought Mr Crick.
This is the witching hour.
310 and the mind starts to wonder,
Screens flicker, thoughts bicker.
314 and other transcendental numbers,
Infinites and clocks and super-tasks.
315 and the demons rise from the red room
Existing only in minds and movies.
Surely this is nearing the time that
I last rose from slumber
All those nights ago and begged for forgiveness
Metres from sleeping bodies?
Did I see it then?
Do I trust them?
I wonder still.
The chromosome lights
Flash like neon signs
Briefly spelling out notes
With no context or chronology.
Cats, Pi, oceans, light, *** but only in passing.
Every seven seconds is surely impossible.
Pink elephants she told me not to think about.
So random. No context.
Nonsense without meter or rhyme.
Is it the point? Maybe.
It doesn't to anybody except me.
And when I die I will take all meaning
And leave none
For you will have to make your own
Like everybody else.
Like I did.
Are we alone?
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC
I want perennial infinites in
finished sentences. An understanding
of some certainty. But promises
promise only the opposite.
The ends of thoughts tell me
to only trust the unuttered
letters and not what it lends
to voice because
human touch only destroys
and dissolves, like snow
on your skin. The one thing I
am perennially missing.
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC