"interlocks" poems
On the beach at night alone,
As the old mother sways her to and fro, singing her husky song,
As I watch the bright stars shining—I think a thought of the clef of the universes, and of the future.
A vast similitude interlocks all,
All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets, comets, asteroids,
All the substances of the same, and all that is spiritual upon the same,
All distances of place, however wide,
All distances of time—all inanimate forms,
All Souls—all living bodies, though they be ever so different, or in different worlds,
All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes—the fishes, the brutes,
All men and women—me also;
All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages;
All identities that have existed, or may exist, on this globe, or any globe;
All lives and deaths—all of the past, present, future;
This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann’d, and shall forever span them, and compactly hold them, and enclose them.
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Sometimes she whispers,
A soft spoken word that soothes the skin,
A melody that cools third-degree burns,
A tear that drowns a sea of sorrow.
Her melodrama is contagious, infectious, and mesmerizing.
She sits at the red diner, twiddling her thumbs,
And you notice her downtrodden eyes.
You grab a sharpie and write on her hand,
"Loneliness is not a function of solitude,
And you'll never have to be alone."
She smiles as she interlocks her arm with yours.
And the result is pure ecstasy.
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 3:31 AM UTC
*No, I am not fighting back any remorse
It's my soul he needs to hunt
before I collapse on the floor*
She is not damaged
just a little hurt
I could live with her on any planet
or under a curse.
*I can send him on a quest
to unravel my soul.
For years, I can watch his green eyes
turn to gold.
I don't sense anything sinister
Maybe for once, I can unsheathe myself
to this patient listener*
Stars are strung through my soul
as I try to keep myself in the corner of my eye.
This bus maybe going downtown
but I couldn't feel any closer to heaven
*Look me in the eye, won't you?
Or just give me a faint smile
Let me discover all of you
even if it takes me a lifetime
In this bus, I see only the two of us
Inch your hand closer to mine
I promise I am not a Succubus
Let me take off this veil
from my heart.
Hold it. It was beating for you anyway
If you're my true love;
we shall never part
You're no angel yet I can see your halo.
We are not trapped in the dark.
Together,we can chase rainbows.*
Now that we have our hands intertwined
could the same be done for our hearts?
Believe me, it won't disturb the Ma'at.
Just two hearts beating together
connected by the truth's feather
just stay there, let green meld into brown
let me turn that frown upside down
*I wait for when a second outweighs the day,
so that we'll have the wishes we hoped we may
Like dancing in the rain with fiery hearts
that connect be put out,or torn apart
An unbridled joy that forever interlocks
the fibres of our souls, as we forget of clocks.*
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 9:32 AM UTC
i cant still feel your hair on my hand
the way it glides between my little fingers
short stubbles of your flaxen locks
the way it interlocks with my weary hand as it moves all around
as painful as the grass beneath my naked feet
though i sink to the earth
mellow like the ocean tides
but not a glace afterwards
evermore harsh
evermore loud
but softy as you whisper nothing into my ears
say hello to mute goodbye
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 1:21 AM UTC
I've found myself again in this place,
Alone with you.
Just the rocking bodies of sweat stained Lucifer beating against our chests,
And there you are,
Right next to me,
But I don't find you in my grasp nor in my thoughts.
Only can I live, as I have before, so I try to think
But I can’t help wanting to escape.
And so there we are,
Just me and you.
And the gyrating bodies of adolescent lust lashing out with open fists and closed lips,
But I can't hold you in my arms
Or place your teeth to mine
Because your mouth interlocks so nicely with the world.
Can't I be the world?
Can’t I be the dream or the dream of dreams that never escapes your mind?
I thought I could, but you didn't know.
Here we are,
Just you and me.
And the turbulent manifestation of youth and ignorance on a dance floor,
Clasped by the ever weakening fingers.
It starts to slip into something else,
Something more
And I can't help but try to dive in after it.
But it's so much shallower then when I left my perch.
When I left in search of the one,
Or two,
I was left with zero
We are,
You and me,
The blessed babies of a tormenting world
And all I ever wanted to do was hold you in my arms just a little bit longer.
But the fire was to bright, and your eyes became a window.
The latch was shut, the cloud shone through
And I let myself fall to the glass,
Not knowing whether it could hold me or not.
My life was in its hands.
And it couldn't.
Dec 29, 2011
Dec 29, 2011 at 4:39 PM UTC
flat washes of ink in blue and pink
dragged fingers across the sky
leaving fuzz and glitter in their touch
heavy colors leave me feeling light
the trees give me breath in the morning crisp light and i am mist
floating and twinkling in the air
feet touch the floor
the cool air with its hands
interlocks with my fingers
my hand wishes for yours
it reaches and it falls
empty promises that i’d wish you made
so maybe i can hope for someday
the sky wasnt made- with its pretty pastel shades
to enjoy on my own
pretend with me
take my hand like you can
walk with me like our feet can eat the miles between us
let our lungs fill with freshness
let your lips touch mine
i know you cant but
please step into this painting of a world with me
hold my hand and smile at the watercolored sky
dont tell me yes or no or why
just kiss me under inky pink skies
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 7:40 AM UTC
I waz hip-hop since I b in mi mamas womb
Spittin’ sum rhyme, will give u dat tune
Yo, he spit da raw
No need 2 prove anymore
I’m scratchin’ ‘bout, I’m bummy in a downtown shelter
No use complaining ‘bout wat life I’ve been dealt, nah
Hit em hard, every generation gotta do wat ya do
Cuttin’ up fresh is da word, new kid on da block, could b u
It’s how u survive in da hood
No layin’ ‘bout, stand up like a real man should
Don’t want 2 sleep on no choo choo train, no more
Then get off ya RRRs, do sum thing like neva b4
From da Juice Crew 2 Mr Magic, down in Boogie Down Bronx Queensbridge is da place 2 b near, it all interlocks
More MCs drank da water drippin’ down from around here
Than any udder crib, in da hole ******* world, ya hear
So trekkin’ from youth, 2 B.ing @ 1520 Sedgwick Avenue
I’m now livin’ in fcukin’ Wonderland, if only Alice really knew
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 10:55 PM UTC
those beautiful eyelids of yours
darkened by days of weariness
when our eyes met
sparks flew out of control
as the anguish beneath us
reconstructed
pages of adventures followed
the scribbles
the interlocks of legs and fingers
clinging onto me
afraid yet secure
12 days, XII
rapid pace, as i wheeze and heave
you smiled
assuring everything is fine
lips on lips
we will make through this
path of memories and chatters
relishing our experiences
coffee, tea, soup
underdogs of social circles
pondering upon
our similar circumstances
guitar and piano
greenhorn, beginner
rollercoaster melodies
limits as high they were
couldn’t salvage us
12 days, XII
12 divide by 3
that’s how long we lasted
staring into the streetlights
trying to touch you
6 strings, soaked
as i write this in the time of XII
keys and strings
they never go well
sober is my name
i’m madly drunk in love
with you, yet
we were not meant to be.
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC
My eyes are on the screen,
but my mind is on your hand,
lying pensively on the arm rest,
the screen's flashes dancing upon its frame--
Exposing the space between fingers I'm dying to cease.
Your hand lies there like a puzzle piece--
My heart races and fingers twitch
as my mind interlocks them with yours
to complete an image of grace,
one I've fantasized for nights on end.
Your eyes are set forward as mine,
I cannot even fathom what lies behind
this silent countenance of beauty.
How wholly engrossed are you in this movie,
are you tormented same as I?
As far as I'm concerned,
we are the only ones in this theater.
The popcorn in my lap,
the soda in the cup holder between us,
moments where our fingers touch
then retreat--
All without our eyes ever leaving the screen,
peripheral fantasies.
But that's where my intentions lie,
your hand dancing with mine
in the corner of my eyes
and the forefront of my mind.
How you weave through the popcorn,
your hand bumping against mine like an atom,
plucking the greasy morsel
and tossing it into your mouth--
What if our fingers lingered?
The soda our lips shared at separate times,
a middle-man between a kiss
I could only dream of.
These transient ecstasies
that pale in comparison
to the real thing.
But I'll take it,
in these peripheral games we play
in a darkened movie theater
on a Tuesday night.
Matinee screening,
our parents waiting impatiently in the parking lot outside,
nearing the end of the movie,
I've yet focused your hand in the frame--
These peripheral games.
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 1:02 AM UTC
I am in love
with the life that pours out of every slam poets' lips
the life that flips out from all my books pages
the life that pounds out of a good rock record
the life that flows in a contemporary dance folding with the music
the life you breathe into my lips
the life from the warmth of every hand
shoulder
and arm
stuck in awkward hugs
and interlocks.
I am in love with the life
lost
when the heart breaks
when the magical tree is cut down
when childhood fades
when the loved one dies
or lives
away.
I am in love with the life
stolen
by anger from hurt
by difference
...in names for the same God
...in color from the same box of crayons
...in definitions from the same thesaurus
...in beliefs from misunderstandings.
I am in love with the life
we breathe
we swallow
we cry
right now.
Aug 20, 2011
Aug 20, 2011 at 8:11 PM UTC
So...you came out of nowhere.
But you make my heart beat right out of my chest.
And I know I just showed up too.
Playing hide and seek in the dark and light of your mind.
And I know I get that too.
I know you get all nervous when we get close.
I can tell that we obviously aren't just good friends.
We rush into each other so quickly.
Grasping to every difference in the other and also the similarities.
You're like the puzzle piece I'm missing.
I would check every place in all the rooms of the house to find you again if I lost you for one second.
It's like each piece interlocks.
Snapping together mentally and physically.
We're two different colors blended together on the same canvas, creating one beautiful shade.
I know you look at me from the corner of your eye.
I know you care about what I say a bit more than the others.
I never knew I held light but,
You tell me despite the fact that I can't see your dark
I cast light on it.
I feel it.
I know you feel how I can go from a total wreck to a tiny little plant.
Taking in every ounce of sunshine you provide.
I know I level you down to earth and
Somehow
Though we've started at two different places
With somehow alike and different views
we've came back to where we started.
Together this time.
A little more happier than we used to be.
And probably a little more dumb.
I love you.
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 12:03 AM UTC
At times winter visits early,
Spitting fragments of yesterday’s snow,
To strike an already scarred face.
Yet, at other times the curve of its finger
Interlocks with the conscience’s
As it blabbers on like an infant.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 6:41 PM UTC