"ings" poems
Ash to mouth
divide north and south
east and west,
shout with class of Scout
let it out with griffin clout
we here we out , hear me out
— rhymes in time without
silent shrines to mime
cleared the crowd
covered eyes and mouth
over body desert shroud
if vengeance is your business
then from swords to plow
en lakesh
an eye for an eye binds
the all to be blind
but you can’t unsee the signs
no thoughts unclouded by loss
out the window I toss
mosaic fragments that cost
health and awesome sauce
Nazareth gutted commandments
by anarchy spelled
disaster after culture
massive ego it swell
up the road ahead a pit depress the juncture
so we spit the dirt divide just to touch the other
from pup to wolf so many bites, a pitted puncture
so much disfunct the fight till all be winded lungs sir
you can run
but from
gamma ray
you no hide
passed a black hole
wand inside
a body died
but it’s alright
(it’s heaven sight
till Zombie night )
animate dead necromantic black ring
the rhythm of life and death a chronic swing
the pendulum blade cross over cosmic skin
consciousness draw out from within
traced the win which wound round tat to skeleton
a dusty tome bound and crafted man
medicine subtracted by the head that spin
in the sky and its happening, blessen-ings
the miracle is mystery u cant guess it
talking 3 eye see
talking vip
climb high as canopy
walking so
my shadow lands under me.
ten toes touch to the dusty roads
when toads appear throats close
mighta had the Midas touch
still the golden one
was too much to flush
you might live in Laos
you my livid crowd
you might live it now
neva hit my limit how
cause you live in now
when you wake up proud
timid mind plowed
divid-dine fill the cloud
insta crowd wowed
this I vowed
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 7:59 PM UTC
Au(Or)al Tune
When (O)ppo(u)rtun(e)ity knocks –
Ah, pour that tune into me
n(O)t
just write or speak
but
/zIg:zAg/
gut--
--teral mut--
--ter yarns
With
Mouth-churn--
--ing-beat-lick--
--ings.
Half-grown seedling ([her]bal:e(X)ssen(10)ces)
into sm(O)ke
adolescent (O)re worn from being p(o)(o)r—
it was nE(X)CESSary for:
battles
birds
beats
b(O)(O)ks
bottles
bucks
b(O)nes
boys
being(bad)
sm(O)ke-rings w(ear)y with surr(end)er
stripped
v(O)wel
for
v(O)wel
thr(OU)gh the yawn: (O)nly
“(O)h.”
(O)h
… foll(O)ws
the
You’re w(or)th-knowing-ONLY-(O)nce
type of l(i)ke.
VERSE/VERSUS: the
You’re-w(or)th-knowing-AT:LEAST-(O)nce
type of l(i)ke
VERSE/VERSUS:
for (u)s
it’s the worst type of verse
when it’s
them:VERSUS:us
(verses)
likewise -- (O)r worse --
it should really be about//
a bad in (u)s: Y(O)U:ME
(O)h after a
kn(O)ck
(O)h after a
t(u)ne:://
(end)-verse
for worse – it’s an
(end)-versus-us
type of verse.
(O)ppo(u)rtun(e)ity
pouring
ringing e(X)cesses
like
ear-worms to
hear words to
heat hearts.
Ah::rest that mouth-verse onto me.
(restful//fluster)
Ah::rest that mouth
(silent//listen)
soulless gall(O)w r(u)ng
lipless v(O)wel sl(u)ng
like
ARTS::between::STARS
then
VOICES RANT ON::into::CONVERSATION
then
PAYMENT RECEIVED::yet::EVERY CENT PAID ME
worst-verse:
Y(O)u//like hanging
your dipTH(O)NGS
on (O)pportun(e)ity’s d(O)(O)r
like
sm(O)ke-rings
like
being(bad)
like
Y(O)U:ME
like
(O)h. n(O).
(end)-verse:
worst-verse:
L(I)ttle.Kn(O)wn.V(O)wel::
n(O)(O)se big for (u)s
ALL.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 1:32 AM UTC
...
Had a fine sumptuous meal,
And received all good wishes,
Pal you looked so happy today,
Plus 28 years you completed,
You shall remember it all.
Best moments were spent with us,
In the lab we are one big family,
Rings of halo on your head,
Today on your birthday,
Heavy meals we all had,
Doing a lunch we did enjoy,
Another birthday comes so late,
Yes, obviously of the other labmates.
Afterwards, we might get separated,
Resting and working for ourselves,
Venerated is our Dr Mohanty sir,
Inches we are getting stronger,
Never getting discouraged,
Define he does a father.
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 7:09 AM UTC
Think first
Hear later
Read now
Come there
Look in
Go next
Look front
Bend on
Break around
And understand
These are the words of the empty palm in his hand
Has been
Never could
Maybe next
Think back
Dream visions
Build bricks
Bricks build
Build roads
Roads build
Build-Ings
Built on brick roads
Stop.
Aug 6, 2012
Aug 6, 2012 at 6:44 PM UTC
conversational tones too often
tumble into sloppiness, leaving
my words marked with fumble
-d caresses and stuttering half-t
-houghts. i don't leave you with
my leftovers on purpose, they d
-ropped into my purse when i c
-ame to see you today. a lot of th
-ings drop into my mind when i
see you. but it's mostly your wo
-rds. perhaps my only love affair
was with the letters you placed
under my name. i never wanted
to be beautiful until you wrote o
-f it with a ball point pen; never
dreamt of living extravagantly u
-ntil you dusted me in spices and
sparks with flecks of ink and the
marks of your fingers. you crafte
-d everything you loved about m
-e. you are the only reason i am e
-xtravagantly in love with the fle
-cks and sparks under my skin. y
-ou planted whispers beneath my
eyes and called them dangerous.
but only you were dangerous
to me
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 6:17 PM UTC
Blood-stains on t-shirts from really high falls
A dog humps my leg and I kick his *****
Stupid *** sweaters that my grandma brings
These are just some of my least-favorite things.
"Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels"
Conversations with people who are so dulls
Flicks in the ears gee dee, man, that stings
These are some more of my least-favorite things.
Being sent to the yard to cut off a switch
Double dating twins, don't know which one's which
Rhyming "things" three times what a pain that is-ings?
I just ran out of my least-favorite things.
Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 12:27 AM UTC
Hold on, as I seldom plead to others,
Except, my parents for edible sweets,
And for some other similar things,
Rarely do I plead to others when I'm in need.
Most of the times it is for a childish demand,
Yes I frankly insist as I am so innocent eyed.
Proud of my choice I was and still am,
Lest I perish in my self-brought loneliness,
Earning only four shoulders unknown,
A defeated man I might perish alone.
Kinfolk of mine as of now are few,
Rings seldom this lifeless telephone,
Ivies of poison hang in front of my house,
Persons of importance have gotten so ancient,
In this lonely lonesome life I still wait for you,
Jarred ajar is this door of my heart,
In my life ever since you left me alone.
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 2:20 AM UTC
Make m e beli ev e
I'm b e a u t i f u l beca use I b elie ve I' m n o t
Regretting you g et in side my h e a d wit h eve rythi ng you e v er sa id
Regretting the th ings I di d to cha nge m yself
Ove rt hin kin g; A nd
Reme m ber ing eve ryt hing I we nt th rou gh
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
The poignance of a well lit room
overshadowed by impending doom
the effervescence loom
the smoke screen hues
lyrical debauchery of the cacophony of the bees
the monotony of human bee-ings
the trees sway unrest
the roots melt with soot
the oaks bent their heads
raise a white smoke flag in silent victory,
Where are we lifeless or livid again ?
Are we questioning dreams of ourselves?
These veins **** as a toad hops,
onto the gravel of a broken pavement
from a shallow pool of naked warmth,
somewhere deep hidden under these falls,
a white sleeve of corporate piety;
human mirth of bilious greenery,
crackling like bones,
the froth of jealousy pools
as teary eyes roll over
rapid.eye.movement sleep,
it lurks behind crimson bushes,
eyes glinting like headlights,
glitter fury.
You’re an abomination to every blood-poem
I’ve surmised so far, no matter how far.
Your eyes match the size and shade
of my backyard moon orchards.
A satiable reflection of what we used to be,
In a spectrum of green.
I cease to be.
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 1:52 AM UTC
d o you kno w e ver yth i ng ?
ha ve y ou c ons ider ed
th a t GOD
m ay be o ne of th e t h ings
o
y u
D O NO T KN O W ???
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 11:39 AM UTC
Yesterdays pain is following you
sits on your shoulder 'n don't set you free.
Took the wrong footin n stepped down on those,
lookin thru eyes that di'n't want to see.
We is diff'rent in colour
but skin an' blood just the same.
I am filled up wit' anger,
you is covered in shame.
Scared to look back
at hist'ry past
unable to turn from
what you wanted to last.
Tortured and toubled,
when it came to the clinch
you bought us along
an' introduced Mistuh Lynch.
To you Mistuh Whitey
we ar' lower than low,
Mistuh Blacky does the t'ings
that you don't want to know.
I belongs to the man,
just like-the dogs.
There for pickin' the crop
an' choppin' the logs.
Yesterdays pain's not goin' nowhere
It's stickin to you all o' the way.
Fo' the evil yo' done 'tis stayin' right there.
Never t' move, never t' sway.
Yeah yest'days pain is followin you
it sits on yo' shoulder 'n it won't set you free.
Cos you took the wrong footin' an' stepped down on those,
while starin' thru blind eyes that don't want t' see.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 3:52 PM UTC
seethe ~ bubble up as a result of being boiled,
<>
sunrise was 714 am in nyc
this perfect fall day,
chilled to perfection,
a white wine of a day,
so imbibe,
only later does it
heat up up and onwards
to the temp where the
walkers/joggers/runner recite
hallelujahs and hosannas while
moving at their own chosen pace,
in a state of warm southern comfort,
never a racing
lest
the poems
now seething, boiling-burning
bubbling up inside
into the atmosphere explode!
all of these
early warming~warning inspirations,
now~expressed,
realized flickers of
original ex-impressions,
cannot be contained in
an open field unsupported,
these
breech babies each,
in a pediatric ICU,
demanding an
instantaneous airy concoction
to Earth’s atmospheric
literary intoxication
they use:
up hard, a dice roll,
who lives
who wilts,
that docs cannot but
obey
the fetus’s insistence,
many instructions,
push pull breathe,
must the. be given forthwith
through to our
servile waiting
uterine fingertips,
for we human are just be
~ings,
nurturers of
verbal artifacts
that never die
in
an~always~at~the~ready,
in service to
the great conceptual,
poetic in/justice
Oct 23, 2024
Oct 23, 2024 at 3:33 AM UTC
the girl (buena‼) slicing my 300g of lunchmeat ham behind
the IGA meat counter & the ham itself,
now limp lying dismal in the frontseat with the runs of fat
ghostly thru the deliwrap.
cup of cold coffee,
intersection to-ings & fro-ings in the street
and the traffic lights blinking
now green floodlamp colour spilling across pavement.
the crooning on the radio,
the moth hurling itself 'gainst the windshield
rap-tap-tapping to get in
(to grasp that blinding bugfire warmth of the cablight)
. . .the open book & its scrawlingsprawling pages
on the dash.
the church meeting keeping my pops &
[me waiting]
also my wanting to go home/(bong)/sleep
. . .
ahh it's all inconsequential tho---
nothing really matters in old zen-ness kiddo.
Oct 2, 2011
Oct 2, 2011 at 10:41 PM UTC
In my days and my nights,
Loving me I feel her flights,
Over the uninteresting & pale,
Vivacious is her fantastic smile,
Entirely it fixes spoiled mood,
Yesterday's grief lost to love,
Onus is now mine, oh dove,
Upheld it high I've long kept,
Kindly now feel home with me,
Rings are embedded in our love,
In my heart I often skip a beat,
Post of guardian Angel I fill,
If time calls for it, I'll fly.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
i can hear the misery
of the poets, artists, and kings
of the ages we wasn't born in,
screaming in agony
as they never had the chance
to love,
to encounter,
to witness,
to paint,
to write about,
the finest masterpiece
that is you,
my biggest dream,
my dead star wish,
you are the poison that intoxicates
my veins and i couldn't ask
for anything more.
•••
i have always told myself
not to fall in love with the moment,
moments will fade away
they will burn at the back of my head
but i saw him standing there
with his palm out
for me and only me
as the love-infused music about
fools falling in love
flowed flawlessly around us
that's where i did it.
i fell in love with not only the moment,
i fell in love with the flowers in his mouth
i fell in love with him.
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 8:45 AM UTC
*** I
listen when i-
n many moods
bec- a-
use- it
he- lps
to clear
m- y mind.
music alway-
s makes thin-
gs better. I-
t lets me e- s-
cape my t- o-
rtured r- e-
ality. T- he calm it br-
ings makes me feel safe, and t-
he st- rength i- t gives
me h- elps m- e to st-
and tall. It helps
me ke- e- p my
hea- d held
high, even when my h-
eart is breaking.
It
it ai-
ds me in e- x-
pressing my- se-
lf. It ke-
eps me sane. Music
is my safe
place.***
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
Keep Being A mouthed chord
Knuckle's Brace Acute angles, hoping to feel safe
Knots Bring Anguish to a man with no patience
Knit Better Antlers if you want to survive in the wild
Kings Bombed Acceptance eager to heap on seconds, thirds
Knees Borrow Answers when shaved, scratched stiff
Knock Bravery Around and it will spin, dizzy and sick
Know Broken Angel's and in time jazz will sound like warm Yeager poured over January ice
May 25, 2012
May 25, 2012 at 12:07 AM UTC
i govern an idling heart
doomingly glazey
won't lift a care but won't swat no fly either
maintains functional with the safety hitched on
observes the public goings and fro-ings
without discrimination
but offers no service
no aid
and no addition
docile and folded and dormant of view
in a world-scape kniving to be brighter
more memorable and avidly self dominant
i am a skiving witness
the older i get the more this approach
is not an easy one
i observe a neighbour bully about his kids
using jest rewards between shouting them to heel
and cuffing them violent
i observe a lady place her friend
with a simple remark
('i like your choker.. it's like something i wore as a child
it's nice to remember that')
i observe war retread on the screen
i observe a couple secretly kiss and brush fingers.
human spoil seen now ;
it draws pity, pain and longing
i am not devoid
despite much practice
some involvement on my part
may be due
Mar 23, 2022
Mar 23, 2022 at 6:10 PM UTC
your words are the honey,
your brain is the hive.
pollinate my words, so my
creativity can thrive.
Jan 24, 2011
Jan 24, 2011 at 7:43 AM UTC
moves like ash through the air
off a balcony
Me
of course I’m coarse like gloves
for falconry
My
stomach is the water of the
Balkan Sea
Her
cadence is the snow in Fuji
mountain’s spring
She’s
a tree I would down just
to count the rings
When
she moves her mouth in any
amount it sings
She’s
When.
she’s
when,
silent sirens sing
on violent violet islets
and seems
all the world’s a dream
I
am
the
breeze the sea sends
and seas uneven
sinks ships
clips wings
indecent
is ants
in the lips
of her honey drip
ings
swings
whips
glist
ning
eclips
ed
miss thing
get with
hitch
ings?
drip
queen of kings
miss
myth
I’m miss
ing
can we just slip
into
exist
ing
got you in my grip
my grip
is
tight
ning
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 8:33 PM UTC
Whenever, I watch a scary movie,
I am always afraid of going to sleep on that night.
I have no idea why I watch these movies when I always end up screaming.
I know they aren't real,
ghosts don't exist,
and,
the main character is always so stupid.
If my dog were to refuse to enter the house,
I would know something was up.
Even if I do enter the house,
the moment I see something that is supernatural in the least,
I would go running.
Even if I do choose to stay in the house,
I would not enter rooms when the door slowly creaks open
and I would definitely not open the door when I hear random bang-ings in the middle of the night.
See, the people in horror movies are just plain dumb.
This coupled with the fact that ghosts or the living dead do not exist,
is a clear sign that these movies are fake.
Yet, this does not stop me from being scared.
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 6:06 AM UTC
Open up and let me in
Open doors and open arms
Open concepts, because I want to make a home with you
Open-ings Begin-ings Start-ing
Open House, the first time I pretended you were mine
Open to you
Oh pen
Oh
pen
to paper
and fingers to keys, I could never explain how my legs opened to you because you were already mine and we’d done this before, just not with each other. Though we already knew that I was the last person you’d touch and you were the last person I’d touch. After that day,
We closed our doors to the world
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 9:03 AM UTC
night falls w/liverspot clouds
broken
stars . . . deep blueness . . . fat-full moon.
nights are that autumncool again
(week of +20° unseasonality)
basement stone wall coolness
cigarette *****
a smokestack!
peepings &
oo-ings &
cracklings
in the woods.
the ceiling creaks . . . creek runs
bedroom lights a-burnin'
& m'tired dart is down to the filter.
Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 9:08 PM UTC
carry
your memories
in a glass box.
read
your thoughts
aloud and shout.
throw
your ideas
without regard to gravity.
help
your hands
to feel unknown shapes.
open
your mind
to the infinite and
truly it will be,
your soul,
free.
Oct 30, 2011
Oct 30, 2011 at 3:01 AM UTC
I hope it’s okay
There are teachings and learnings here
Or something
I think pain can be good
Hurt.
Is beautiful
There are deep connections
And share-ings
- So that’s okay, isn’t it?
You remind me of Luke
A tortured soul
Deep deep feelings
I’m curious
Peel back the layers
I should have just been his friend
He needed something
But not a lover to resent
And lose
You would sacrifice
Too much
In the end it could be
Worse
Slashing. Fizzling. Breaking.
I’m cautious:
You might tip-
Over
Like he did.
Keep yourself.
Uphold your values
Your true strength is there somewhere
Hiding in fear of rejection
You’ll shine so so bright!
Glean an enjoyment from life
He did not.
I’ve been on a buzz
Running, running, running
Covering over
The deep sorrow
Contrast to the extreme excite
Mournful
I am empty
Hollow
No one else will fill you up
That’s a love and care you have to give yourself
I’ve been trying to work through all this
Maybe you
And the reminders
Are teachers
A chance for reconciliation
Maybe the girl with the red balloon
Needs to let it go.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC