"invigoration" poems
Free falling; gone in an instant-- blink of an eyelash faster than lightning, flashing like brilliance
Drilling holes into the psyche
Astronomical; impeccable aim
Breathtaking colors with patterns like kaleidoscopes the creativity blows the mind
It's the morphine you can take without overdosing in pain and numbness
It's the chase you can't escape if you wanted to but you won't even try
It's the height of ecstasy and the awe of gratification
Its pure and magnetizing invigoration
When you prove what you set out to prove
When you give it all, you have everything to lose
The negative chatter fills the gaps of endurance and credence
The silence of the aftermath, leaves a clear distinctive taste
All the critics and the villains siphon air so you lose the ability to breathe
There is a glimmer, a tiny microorganism still standing on two feet pushing forward
Moving slow
Falling sideways
All, all alone
Glowing, fueling, bursting...flooding roadblocks, causing traffic
All the commotion is seeding havoc
Like an artist left unknown...you will grow
Flow and flower into a masterpiece
And the free fall secures you high amongst the nebula
There is no more spiraling downwards there is only a tiger lurking, always ready to pounce
On their victims, on the goals you've set ahead
Like a real winner always does, you finish first
because you did your very best
You're a tiger and you just earned you your stripes
So leave the amateurs on their soap box discombobulated
You're resilient, even savvy
You're a vision to be reckoned with
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 3:07 AM UTC
houses so close you can’t have sunlight without voyeurism
but how can one resist this air of night’s invigoration
her thick ankles can be seen through the lifted shade
next to the beer and rumpled magazines on her coffee table
it is 7:30, the kids are in bed, the husband, who knows?
it’s pull-tab night at the corner bar,
he likes that young girl who sells them
flicker, it feels good to sit down
how ironic that my long awaited silence feels so lonely
flicker, maybe if i bought that he would look at me again
flicker, do i even care anymore?
*** is more work than it’s worth sometimes
flicker, Jacque and Lisa keep me company, maybe
i DO want the deluxe faux ruby necklace and earing set
flicker, i wanted to be a ballerina when i was little
my god this house has awfully low ceilings
flicker, all this thinking is making me tired
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 1:50 PM UTC
I wander down the path
Seemingly still and quiet
No shadows in sight
But a light so bright
What could be, this Enigma?
I’m mesmerized, so transfixed
And with its grace and beauty
It rejects every stigma
my Invigoration
simple conjuration
of feeble elation
becomes condemnation
an exacerbation
of lost contemplation
falling to the floor i find myself
beyond salvation and left to starvation
I did not choose this, to feel this, or to be thrown away
My intentions are gold, no ill will in sight
but they choose to see what they want
HARK!
A figure engulfs the horizon
Shrouded and concealed from the world
It charges forth as a familiar phantom
It strikes me back as I stagger away
Its cloak blackens the sky to my dismay
as air evaporates bleeding my mind astray
but hope is in sight for I have found a knife!
again and again, Brutus would be proud
for the pool beneath the figure must end my strife
and to the figure, I remove its cowl
lo and behold, the face is my own
reality then breaks at the seams
to have this fate, I couldn’t have known
lost and diluted much like my dreams
My hands remain red
Trapped in my own head
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 8:16 PM UTC
Let’s breathe every day
In hopes to truncate the
Unpleasantries of every single day,
Whimsical dramas that sprinkle
Dramatic petty bulls
Let’s close our eyes
And cool away from all the fools
And release the hidden tension
And give our minds a touch of yoga's cool
Yoga for a third eye
The invisible light only we can find
Stretch the spirit for clarity
And bring the yoga mind to a sheep animation
Like soft infinite clouds
To achieve the yoga dream
Align synchronicity with the body, heart and mind
Like long, curious roots to the deepest earth
Activate the yoga limbs
And bring ourselves to a spiritual world we haven't been
Hum in yoga silence
And dance as a pair with the yoga light
Let the yoga invigoration takeover
And allow ourselves to laugh at life
Let the yoga spirit rise
Tomorrow, we start clean and anew
Today, we can let light and clarity become our finest tool
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
I allow myself the luxury, to stare unabashedly
Your eyes tantalise me, not crudely, but bewitchingly
Were I able to touch, the texture would be burnished brown velvet
Oh to explore this rapturous richness, warmth in abundance
Evermore curious I basque in the golden, autumnal flecks
Shimmering depths cast new dyes of invigoration
Beguiled, I thank you for a moment of beauty
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 3:15 PM UTC
The words are there
The zeal is building
The hunger is crawling to
Starvation
But when my hands fall to the squares
That will compose my work
My mind falls completely
Empty
I need invigoration
From those who I love
But never will I inquire
Never will i pester for the help
But Oh! How the demand grows
And how the hours fly without
Me being one word
One thought
Closer to
The dreams I held when
I
Could smile sincerity
Oh How Badly
Oh How Severely
Oh How Passionately
I want
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC
Deeply taking in my surroundings
glancing at the shine of the night's light
soaked with invigoration
breathless anticipation
as I tiptoe with bare feet
following the clues
leading me to...
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 12:51 AM UTC
Depths of knowing
In this kaleidoscope of measurable thought with sight and sound surrounded in waters filling
The mind outward and inward dimensions filling the skull what beholding how it is unfolding reams of
Streaming ideas clash swirl ever deeper raw thinking plunges ever deeper in the place of wonder it all
Swells and with just the right time that it takes to birth completeness human understanding ascends
Against formidable odds expression pours forth in a torrent are we not the sum total of what we think
Then let us mine the extreme the conscious active world can only raise to the level we appropriate in
Private study no great accomplishments have ever come in any other way not all are all called to lead a
Nation or pursue medical breakthroughs but our lives are privileged it’s not find the lowest level and
Sink down no it is speculate about the stars lift yourself to unknown heights in this accessible quest
You jettison limitations you get a foretaste of glory the hidden future hints at thrills yet to be unveiled
As one awaking from deep sleep you will know invigoration possibilities are at the end of favorable
Questions that are asked if you squander in lazy unstructured thinking then you pass sentence on your
Self and your life will be captured in mediocrity the idea is constantly be one who reassesses each
Situation maybe there is a better way the pillars of society rest on the tried and true but not before
They are tested why build inferior structures you want your work your life to inspire leave others
Wondering how they did it this can only be after you have fought indifference much is won by just
Committing to the lengths that it will take not how can I find a short cut that will prove to be
Disheartening from that point your actions will conform to less and the first inroads to weakness
And small living takes over you will hear yourself say if only I wish I had done it differently you have one
Life invest it wisely it will be your legacy to all at a vital turn maybe your life will quicken someone else
When they rethink your life avoiding disaster for them
Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 2:04 PM UTC
And I sing the song carried on the breeze...before I fall to my knees and exclaim, that I dont feel the same, after the rain...it invigorates me to breath that air, to fill my lungs with the purity of the sea and the fury of the wind...
And I Fall to my Knees and Cry Out, let my spirit sore across the plains so that I might see with eyes of eagles. Let my heart be filled to the capacity of over flowing, so that I might love like no other before me. Let my mind be filled with the knowledge of my generation and those before me, so that I might share it with the world, to learn a better understanding of that world.
And I Stand arms Open Wide to receive the Love Ive felt all this time from every prayer that has come my way. I cast my eyes to the heavens and pray they not be burned out from the purity that it brings.
So let me share with you, this invigoration anew that you might feel inside of you, this something in me new.
And I Feel on My Skin the Breeze blowing by and the life that it brings to the skin it stings. I feel the electricity flowing deep within me to be let out by her who can handle me, that fury deep inside from which I can not hide. So let me see in you, what change you bring to me, so together we share a love for all to see.
And I Have found that strength abound to pick me up from ***** ground, brush me off and onward walk to mountain top, to mountain top. A giant among the people, surveying all before my feet with a fervor few can meat. I say to you from where I stand, the world is rather grand. So take your place among the thorns and fall in to the normalcy, as for me I will continue to find what make her unique among the roses.
Nov 14, 2010
Nov 14, 2010 at 11:11 AM UTC
Like this
like that
we go into the night
cold
it's like an invigoration
invitation
to be naughty
get drunk
and laugh
until the cops come
and then some more
at the misfortunes of us
and ours
take it like it's light
and easy
because at the end
it's the end
and tonight
is pretty ******* awesome
Oct 6, 2012
Oct 6, 2012 at 10:02 PM UTC
an innate thirst
a compelling, life altering thirst
for
love
no not passion and lust
but
pure unadulterated love
to drink from that untainted spring
how my soul longs and dream
for the coming of that day
no longer left desolate with thirst
no longer questioning providence
no longer screaming at the sky
but
pure invigoration
a love so earnest
words fail in description
can, only, be felt and instinctively known
but instinct blurred by experience
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 7:54 AM UTC
I’m tired again,
And I’m not looking for invigoration.
I don’t want someone to make me feel young
I don’t want a shot of energy,
Caffeine
Electricity
Unexpected adventure,
I want a soft place to land,
A pillow for my head,
Someone to caress my shoulders while I find a dreamy burrow to lay my mind down for sleep,
I want
Rest.
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 10:34 PM UTC
I just want something to come home to
Words
A little picture of happiness.
Something to make the empty echoes
Of a lone heart beating
A little softer
Over and over
Again my eyes flitting side to side
A smile, maybe
No promises.
Just words.
A lover’s repose
I want something to wake up to
Words
A little picture of happiness
Something to jumpstart the tired dull thuds
Of a lone heart weakening
To pull my lidless shades
Up a little
Corner of my mouth upturning
Maybe
No promises.
Just words
A lover’s invigoration.
I want something to let my heart sing to
Words
Harmonized throughout my day
Something to make the beating
Prevail
A little longer
To draw myself
Through life’s difficulties
A scant crescent
Maybe
No Promises.
Just words.
A Lover’s Endurance.
Mar 7, 2010
Mar 7, 2010 at 11:52 AM UTC
250 squats is more than 250 steps... as i said before, with god dead the dietician is deemed respectable as topic of every conversation.
raffaello baldini
dante alighieri
umberto fiori franco buffoni
milo de angelis,
none sing
a ciao bella! not one;
bleaching is the process
of cultural invigoration residing with only
one ***** donation; oh hell, raise one
up yourself - i can't be bothered,
i just ate a pâté & meat with fat sandwich,
am i to hit the treadmill? i don't think so...
but i know you are;
i was never going to be a Japanese tourist,
i.e. a pensioner.
otherwise in England: mind the personal space,
mind the personal space... don't touch me! don't touch me!
mind the personal space... you're not the narrator,
don't enter my personal space! don't touch me!
Jane Austen neurosis... mind the personal space...
don't dare touch me!
fine... fine fine fine, the rolling hills of Yorkshire
and ************ was inspiration for
Herr Roach Hair in Ashtray -
the countryside girls became such a bore
when they entered urban environments,
all the adventures prior became one hour engagements
in terms of ******* the adventures
of homily... make a nag nag nag blah remark...
a n'ah n'ah n'ah nagging gesture...
queen's wave... whatever that means,
Elisabeth the Second
became disgruntled at having
the clock and bridge named after her
but no Shakespeare to parallel her reign,
only the dumbing down to mind, hookah hooray!
Charlie's waiting to tie the knots for his Lawrence
escapades into Arabia.
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 10:00 PM UTC
see, the thing about her
is that she wreaks havoc cities away
insert any word you’d like
insinuate, stimulate, incite, excite
she will make you want to taste them all
her lips do not trace with lipstick,
they trail thunderstorms of
invigoration, greed, and fulfillment
without having touched you at all
see, the thing about her
is that your invisibility is her tell-tale
she won’t make you delight in skin
or whatever is carnal, earthly, corporeal
never.
instead, she will make you want to write
because she will not become your pleasure
she becomes your whoever and whenever
and breathes life
into all your non-personal conjunctions
see, the thing about her
is that she is complicated chemistry
a principle of uncertainty
in a world governed by relativity
she will be be here
but she will disappear
with the world’s unobtrusive
waves of tenets
nothing good will leave
but love, you forget,
nothing you want ever remains
see, the thing about her
is that she makes you want to use
your tongue and your hands
not on her, love, but on your earth
she is your language
she is your dictionary
she is the words at the tip of your tongue
and no, you will not have her body
you will never have her body
see, she permeated your mind
while you were fretting over skin
see, whatever she is, no matter what you do,
she will always have you
trapped.
in a psychological
wormhole
of want
and creed
she: both ultra-violet and ultra-violent
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 10:49 AM UTC
Blue is the color of Sunday , reflection , invigoration , begat Red , color of Monday , impatient , feverish father of Tuesday , Gold , ambitious , attentive , mother of Wednesday , Green , whimsical , yet studious , sister to Thursday , Violet , passive , contemplative unlike brother Friday , Orange , boisterous , demanding cousin of Saturday , Yellow , uncommitted , and passionate ....
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 11:14 AM UTC
The young warriors gridded lions, For this hand in the endless apocalyptic fight.
Amongst the brave a maiden,
Her beauty beheld by an Angle. Valiant in her efforts to in lighten her protectors,
Her ending result faired well. "Oath bound are we the mass, Evolution transcends, as the Angel's pride fills her Holy knight. I her "Seto Cross Bow; The Dragon Sword of Chaos and Wrath."
In all her gracious bliss,
The endurance of my love.
Has shattered the binds that created our lust upon my own battle field.
Your touch brings warmth to my non existent agony.
As I long for the invigoration of adrenaline.
"Each moment we spend within the shadows holding each other in a tainted embrace.. Replaces this absent hole."
The war of beasts begin.
Ripple the strands of time,
Her turmoil becoming peril.
The stress of loosing her Gordian, The Black Rose Cross...
Her strength to preserve the last of her heart as she watches him go.
"The Bone of her sword Revolted as life became apparent."
As the new profound master of combat.
Armed up for his opportunity,
His mine eased by the time spent in the presence of his Guardian Angle.
His ultimate drive found as he slips away...
Deep down into the struggle of man where men find their Truth. The warrior took his final stand, and found eternal youth.
Now begins my struggle back home.
I'm Coming Angle!!!
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 5:14 AM UTC
some watch movies,
i tend to
close my eyes:
and listen
to the soundtrack;
it's never the movie
that my closed eyes
invite;
honest to god,
i try to squint my eyes
and sometimes
blink;
shit's all heavy
hitchcock editing
by then.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 8:36 PM UTC