"intuned" poems
The connecting notion is "blindly, without foreseeing."
From <https://www.etymonline.com/word/temerity>
Sad, you, city child, silly old man says.
Sad, you, city child, saying so hateful a thing,
saying you would hate being a bird,
saying you cannot imagine having nothing to do,
but fly around heaven all day, scrounging
for scraps, ah
child,
see those crows, hear their song,
are they laughing/
yes, at you.
I believe all black birds laugh, coo,
if you care, is common to doves, coo
to caw,
as a bird, these are common sense,
saying, I am here, now, if you care,
let me know,
otherwise,
this is my rest of the moment, time to feast.
I come to
eat the bugs that eat the dead,
caws, never any famine
until fire, or
catastrophic reordering of earthly things.
As when men lost sight of time signs,
trains of thought, fought all natural
signs of times too long for one
generation to know alone,
but watch,
hide, and watch.
Isotropic radiation field
pressure moulding matter
from raw mater, really
immaterial substances accruing
oomph
to act as a force in field, from
out to in
becoming one in time and nothing
more.
Or drifting into sleep as sound
silence imposed enwraptured wait/
A mighty rushing wind…
Eight billion voices
counting cadence, 30 per,
once intuned as day to night,
global steps through ever empty
time continuance field-set-frames
expanding as we imagine unbelieving
unimaginable,
in a structure so big,
us, no mortal takes so many breaths.
We listen, loosening tight why-knots in
wish reports so oft negated in time today,
I am in this wind passing as gas
of eight billion breathers, but
between the exspelled hex
human 'spiration, so soon
seeming freebird familiar
with the bass line,
my toe taps a happy dittydahdit dah didah.
- haps as happened,
- may haps per se
- FTA
sent into the wind every minute or so.
keep looking, soon we see, you, there
suddenly blue shifting seeing me seem
no longer red and running away,
but we both are like fairy floss,
pale blue dot convergent
gentle minds, fitted with tamed tongues,
hearing laughter welcome the transformation.
Aug 14, 2021
Aug 14, 2021 at 6:40 PM UTC
My room is dark, pitch black, the calming security of the endless nothing before my eyes, I take a step, then another, the out skirts of a tuffeted bed spread scrape against my knees, I am blind for merely minutes, but I feel more intuned with life already, my castle has smoke rising like the oceans tide, the all too familiar smell, of **** burning to ashes, like it does to my thoughts, I'm burning my brain, but it's better then feeling...lost. Haha dad, though you never raised me, I'm just like you.
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
Reality is a blur, a foggy consistant blur.
Everyday is the same melancholic routine.
10 on the dot.
One sunnyside up egg with a toasted sourdough slice.
Citrus tea with honey and an amusing podcast to prepare.
Slap on foundation and eyeliner, to look somewhat "happy" for a straining workday to come.
Thank god for the coming 4 hours there, my mind is of spotless.
Not a thought of you comes inching in my deserted cold mind in those 4 hours.
As soon as I punch out and put away the fake smiles of the workday, you pop right up.
This in general is not bad in a way that I loathe you, the memory of you,
But bad in a way that I miss you.
Enormously.
The old routine was much more methodically medicore but it was pure ******* beyond happiness.
Up at 9, waffles with milk, with tv in the background.
As I can not fathom the desire to be at work already.
Walking in, I longed to see your deep icy blues that just melted me instantly as soon as I saw them,
Into a puddle, there I go.
Their target are aimed towards my ungraceful demeanor, it still shocks me through out my whole body.
Tingling, Inviting and Warm.
Feelings I felt everytime you nearby, I instantly knew it was you.
Present day.
As I drive towards what seems to be another morrow towards the vapid and grave, I look for you.
I felt those blues that day of a party.
I felt them as I walked away from a group conversation.
I felt them as I mourned the loss of someone.
I felt those blues that first night.
The night we met.
Vanilla ice cream, in the cold air and a life changing experince we both intuned.
Instinctively, I trust its profoundly there to you too.
Even now and till your departing day.
I felt those blue eyes.
As much sorrow and grief it brings me always, and probably will be till my final and sweet death,
I dream back to the days I would walk in, and melt in my puddle, as I felt and longed for those icy blues.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 4:47 AM UTC
the emotion i'm most intuned with is (sadness disguised as) anger.
i'm angry (sad) that I am the way I am.
i'm angry (sad) that people can't fix me.
i'm angry (sad) that I keep being misunderstood by the people I thought knew me the best.
my stitches keep bursting open.
from beneath a red valley rushes towards the surface.
making eye contact with my reflection -
I am not looking at me.
i'm angry (sad) I can't feel the love others ****** towards me.
It doesn't feel real.
Disingenuous at best.
i'm angry (sad) everyone has their distraction except for me.
i'm angry (sad) that my motivation is being weaned by anxiety.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC
Tied face forward here rooted like this tree,
Expectant of an image held more to some degree,
Though most agree I just see my life at a stand still
Providing ambitious thoughts and giving prosperous to the navie
Cold wither in the dark places overlooked for the fear and lack of
Judge by an monarchy of Donald Trumps criticized and commemorated
A blame for what they give to us as a dependable waste
So those who deceieve for more in a impeccable situations are a disgrace
Improvisation of our race im sure to win
Keeping cool in this shady place patiently waiting intuned with faith
Asks for no More than what's owed to me
Receiving knowledge and experience accepting doverity
Safe shelter and to offer life changing services promoting stability, dignity and self-reliance.
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 9:48 AM UTC
A curse, upon the worst
Evils first revelation
My life was intuned
Like the Devils cartoon
A game of chess A test of the best
Corrupted mind Hard to find
Granted the finest attributes
Devils charm highest altitude
Surrouneded by wickedness
Falling victim to his trap
Collapsing under his control
I received the name of The Devil
Chaos causing havic formal rebel
My visions on a whole nother level
Thee unforgiven, was only the beginning
The baddest one in town, all around
I guess my life was destined for destruction
However, a voice spoke with instruction
Dwelling in my agony for I was stamped for life
I was given hope high above from the heavens
Upside down yet I flipped it all around
Heat began rising, flames bursting out in rage
Same chapter just a different page
A win or lose situation, required expectations
This is my curse from birth
Gifted fallen spirit always with it uplifted
From chains keeping me within *******
Im a fight give it everything I got
Taking place right in front of me
Recognize the land is all free for inhabitants
Stay focus never put your guard down
I remember as a child
The Devil took me by the hand
Walking right beside the evilmaker
Taking charge like thee undertaker
Never had a choice always labeled
A villain the bad guy who never win
The world had me in a spin
Thats fine cuz I came back much harder
Reaching out much farther
My story I share, you cant compare
Its only a small portion of the spectrum
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 4:21 AM UTC
.we are all welcome within these confines, as long as we make this one confining promise... we all promise to... leave.
i once lived for sentiments
to be pure,
then...
"all of a sudden",
all the "sentiments"
became...
as crude as i was
necessitated to become;
the same old...
cruelty of realisation
and that lost
compromise of
managing affairs;
may god riddle you
further, beyond my own
lasp of keep,
in serving,
judgement,
that might be worth
your intuned sentence
of affairs;
scuttling heart
for all that's worth
a scattered mind.
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 12:25 AM UTC
As if a witch appeared in front of me in a puff of smoke, I was transfixed — Me standing there mouth open, unable to look away, as if held by some magic power. Not use to this I strategize a exit. Lies, pessimistic conlicts, mused with disturbed behavior. Łike being infected there are side effects a breathe of fresh air is relief to asthma, a cup of tea is for nausea. You are my medicine when your close to me- my better half, monogamist, consort. In undisguised astonishment; a day is better, with a dose of you intuned with more focus on the now. Don't want to move stuck on you.
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 11:34 AM UTC
For I now can't swim on a waves that are heavy some days and soft on others..
For this intense wave I stayed with kept me wondering what tomorrow would bring
Somehow always hoping it'd be a different wave
One that will keep me elevated and not frustrated
Though as the days and months would pass the more I was invested with an endless quest
As cold as the ocean breeze was I stayed put because it was a familiar place
My heart was determined and would not allow me to give up in search for what I wanted
I soon began to think I was the problem for not receiving consistency
I then changed my techniques
And was still not remotely enough
Yet when these uplifting waves returned they would awaken a side of me that had sworn to be done and tired of waiting
All that left my mind knowing I'd be content with the time being
Even after knowing exactly how it would end
I then soon began to ask myself is this something I should have to go through? Knowing the exact type of energy that I would need to keep me out off jeopardy.
Letting go of the hope and thoughts that swam through my mind and body soon began to feel heavenly
No more sleepless nights that consisted of trying to find new ways to bring back those gracious waves towards me
Instead that energy went towards accepting the fact that those waves were just simply not for me..
Regardless of the outcome being elevated by this everlasting wave will be one that will be instilled in me for as long as I continue to be intuned with myself..
for this wave I found a purpose
Sometimes you can't swim on the same wave forever
It's always best to swim away to find better tides
To find something so deep that even the ocean would be jealous.
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 10:26 PM UTC