"levies" poems
‘I am…’ 'Or am I’? Who can say?
‘A posteriori’ leads the way
For the extra and the ordinary
Axiomatic sway,
In the gravity of corollary,
‘A priori’ interplay
Ataraxic overlay of anxious automation,
As the innocence of dissonance delay.
Practicing semantic contemplation,
In willfully prevenient interpolation,
Civilly disobedient in expediently seeming disarray,
Forecasts in vague extrapolation
Contrasts the millennial contagion
Already underway,
Filling nihilistic voids with particles in waves,
To interpret dreams of Freud to free Oedipus’s slaves,
A degreeless scholastic who never misbehaves,
Simulated humanoid dramatic in the affect that he craves,
Inflating linguistics in acrobatic raves,
A thespian who plans conation with legacy engraves.
The probabilistic determiner of cosmogenous debates,
An apperceived inquirer of qualitative states,
Inspiring proprietor of dismality abates.
Challenging aporia as epistemic oscillates,
Stoically, heroically, ‘one’ who amalgamates,
Circling the infinite in hermeneutic calibrates.
An escaped prisoner from depressive disillusion,
Of an introspective extrovert who finds solace in confusion,
The personable recluse fighting an illusion
Breaking down the nuances of every institution.
Calculating consequence as time goes to infinity
Revolutionary commonsense of principal utility,
An opinionated adversary,
to the realist without evidence,
Theorizing in futility,
Stipulating every sense leading to the virility of the pretense that dominates community.
Divergently converging all the efforts we’ve personified,
Inadvertently submerging old traditions that unethically were codified,
Hastening the urgency for purging that which cannot be modified through the merging of the certainty that will no longer coincide,
Stationing the levies to finally stem the tide,
Of periodic enmities disguised to be necessities so blatantly deified.
Observing moral sentiments, perched upon eternity,
As consequential regiments are expounded universally,
To unstratify the residents indiscriminately
And identify quantum elements spiritualistically,
Changing collective behavior individually,
Socializing constructs in joint ventured logo therapy.
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 8:07 AM UTC
Howl me
cowardly
scream it in my ear
story me
bore me
bury me
try to scare me
You’re livid and I’ve lived
with no petty injections till now
you hate
i don’t relate
you bare your teeth and i’ll smile
badger me
bother me
regret it
forget it
just dam your overflow
i’m tired of your wounded levies
cover me
smother me
but wait, please, till i’m gone
Rain it
Drain it
drown me
insanity
your annoying tickle on my ear-drum
save your breath
spill on me in your imagination
because i don’t listen anymore
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 10:29 PM UTC
delicately, our dragonfly conversations
dance in Japanese gardens,
where jewelled concrete pagoda’s
stand stilted, like
timeless geometries, in greening water
then wind rustles timidly through
creek beds and pebbled leaves;
bells ring like wine glasses at a dinner table
and we feel our arm hairs stand on tiptoes,
pricked up to weary voices
(chanting monks, those that sit in circles
monkishly chant, in unison
“there are three meanings of loneliness”)
here, chanting also, we
find ourselves again not alone
enchanted in the fragmented daylight.
but then again, I turn, apathetically, and declare
“let us rest
in the immense imagery of our imagination
for it is easier to sleep,
as rain creeps closer to our doorstep,
than to ***** barricades, levies
and trenches around our house”
Oh, but the way the light reflects upon the Japanese trees
is so splendidly delicate,
and our delicate conversations
feel all so perfect…
so now please, time, lose me
in your whisper.
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 3:28 AM UTC
The password to the entrance of your home is
I brought beer
I love you with my liver
If you were a city
You'd be Atlantis
I would be its shorelines
We have both participated
In each other's floods
We were never levies for one another
I will not hold back the ocean for you
I will pick you back up when I can though
So that you can be a landscape that is timeless
In your presence
we are never killing time
We are defining minutes into laughter
So that we can walk away happy
Even in silence
We are living
I called myself homeless
and you said
I wasn't
but I couldn't stay here forever
Then you asked me
"Is it solipsistic in here, or is it just me?"
Then we sank into sleep
And I know your mornings
Your noise
Your wake up call
Takes getting used to
But that is fine
Because I know your flood
and your drought
And I love you with my liver
And yeah
I brought beer
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 4:38 PM UTC
Time has put a vagrancy on my mind
Subdues conformity and material worship
With scalding epileptic convulsions of imagination
My mouth blood-stained, shrieking like a pianting
A painting by Munch gives way, yields, yes yields
To an unrelenting detonation of the unconscious
An existential filter of real or imagined transformations
Which by miraculous tongue restores a belief
To wonder and levies no compass on perception
Yet reveals a tormenting estrangement
That does mount a strenuous and contemptuous protest
Against familiarity with agonized shrieks of obdurate tenacity
Where the phantoms of my imagination enact their mysterious mysteries
And produce a poetic alchemy of violated imagination
Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 3:31 PM UTC
This is an ode to a boyhood I wish not to remember
But it can't be put out like a cigarette's embers
Yet it burned my skin tender
I hope to mail it off in letters, no return address for sender
If only to be washed away by a April rain
Down the streets of my youth into old and forgotten storm drains
But the recollection remain, in the banks of my mind forever stained
The levies will break and the ground to mud
As the river floods
The current warm like our blood
We will say what has time done to us
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
Nothing speaks to the heart
Like the wind whistling alarming the dark
Hurricane pains a innocent man behind bars
Or the water that dripped through..
That the levies should have caught
Katrina I remember that girl
I promise no one was meaner
Of course she rain dropped after her uncle ***** pedals from her flower
No sweetener that's why her kiss was sour
Its wild how pain produces prostitution now she linked to a coward
Pimping ain't easy cause we all were birth from a woman
Mothers dealing with men with frozen tundra emotions
Heartless what speaks to a chest cavity where a heart is missing
Just Jesus
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 11:24 AM UTC
Awareness becomes acute,
shadows fall into darkness,
eyes transition, dilating to scoop up day's
fading light, a tingling of verboden awareness.
Heart rate increases...
The hearing filters the white silent noise
probes record temperatures change
while a moon's waning prepares our body
defenses for the new evening waiting.
Adjusting to the black and white...
The shift when smells registering locations
as we walk along levies and back streets.
A chill of anticipation prevails in the darkness
uneasiness with a sudden changing wind.
A tactile sensitivity slams our senses...
Withdrawing into our second nature as
night falls upon the day. Animal instinct
replace our norm to guide the human animal
safely on it's way.
Ajerry
Oct 29 2013
http://a.allpoetry.com/poem/11078316-Enhancing_Changes-by-Ajerry-noguest
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 9:36 AM UTC
Not because you choose to, but because you cannot.
Feelings such as love do not wash in and away from shorelines.
It breaches levies.
If you don't love me now, you never will.
Because you cannot.
I am the tide.
And that is all,
Lust swelled me in.
Emotion pulled me under.
And consistency dragged me back.
I cannot compel you to think of me.
I cannot focus your wandering eye.
I can only accept what is true.
Reality of an unrequited heart.
Oceans and the riptide tearing me apart
O' sailer wondered to here
In a nights course of dreaming I lay here in fear.
No returns and no tomorrow
I gave you my heart
And now you return it back with a fee
Tainted ***** of salty ocean weed,
algae .
As if I have the stability anymore to recollect:
I don't.
Aug 11, 2012
Aug 11, 2012 at 3:56 AM UTC
We the people,
floodwaters rising over Kansas City banks
and marketplace levies,
are channeled into rooms
the size and shape of shadows
to be given direction,
to give direction;
waiting our turn to be
churned through turbines.
Our mass is growing stagnant
by this massive
**** This feels like surrogate thinking.
Our water is wasted on greco-roman men
chopping up districts into blues and reds
dividing and conquering the ocean.
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 11:01 PM UTC
My dreams have become waterlogged: floods
and unstable bridges, broken levies and
water leaking into our house
from the crack beneath the screen door.
I see you from the streetcar window,
as the flood climbs the sides of our
city's monuments; its storm-darkened cathedral.
At the far side of the bridge, in your rain jacket
and arrows of wet hair, against the swollen sky,
you stand holding a sign to your chest.
Your eyes like lost pebbles in a stream bed.
I walk to you over the rails, the deluge raging
under my feet, purple storm clouds tinged
with sick yellows raging overhead.
The sign says the end.
and perhaps it is, perhaps it was.
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 5:15 AM UTC
Storyline/storytime....by me... Are we doing time? Or is time doing us all equally? What a disgusting question to ask such an unpaid slave, where snow falls tear dropped to all snaggled brains! Du-rag heavies, untamed, unashamed levies to be breached!
Young ones to teach not to come where we are. Where the birds meet the bars, where man and woman leave in cars, as we shall not!!! Where emotions run dry, smoke runs high to clouds that don't stop.... Share with another you selfish generation, you greedy of celebrations, you hold to thy god no feast!!!!
666 is your name, fires you've tamed, as on thine own knees you worship the beast!!! Blizzard time sledded children's fun is naught to be found, just shackles around to frighten your inner cold! All stories here go untold, for you are apart of that story! You yourself are the story!!!
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC
Something that stopped me in my tracks
was the weight of the air around me.
we're all sitting in traintracks on a baseball field
and we dont see the cars driving past
but we can **** well feel them
the balloon of pressure
air sprinting away from the grill of a two-ton hunk of metal
glass
rubber
knocks you back just in time to get hit by the train you never saw coming.
jump off the tracks and dive into my opened chest
the sea is swelling and it will swallow you whole
You're just standin there.
You look stupid.
Wonderin' why..
Why, man?
be the tide and raise these storm waters until they crash your levies
leveling your time-built empire
your stockades made of billiard *****
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 12:35 PM UTC
Think it best today to jump page
Says the inner sage, wild man escapes
Headline banner, fear campaign
Mister misinformation, propaganda minister
Save face by way of erasing occupied space
Grace diminished vehemently as secrets leak persistently
Honor bound gentlemen hound wolfishly at the unseen
What revelry, in snow toned detection
Earth spotted idles of another prayer
Looking like this one is satiated, mistaken vision
The over crowded barge, sinking half way back to Cuba
Now they owe what they never before had owned
From the get go, loaned out credit levies buckle heavily
Mass selective gravity magnified their electricity
Grave deep run lines of inter-connectivity
******* summer of next celebratory existence
Excluding the pack of wicked sack-happy vandals
Hunger groans honestly, with choir hymns preaching holy honesty
I am a dumb spectator with a gun.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 5:39 PM UTC
She did not intend to be with to him
Though she did care for many of them
She's refused many and few
But She'd never fall for Don Quinn
She'd been to many places and many a ride
She'd seen many faces and broke mini man pride
She paid no mind to the attention of men
She did not desire the hand of Don Quinn
They would jump and trot and stride
Speak and shout And whisper lies
They were merely entertainment for her eyes
A trail of dead hearts lay broken that tried
Still steady was the stature of this man named Quinn
All ready from levies he battled within
With family with money and with the closest of friends
He weathered and learned and discerned to grin
While others were eager to dash in front or behind
Don Quinn had a plan he thought worth the time
For she never took pleasure in being pushed off her line
Don Quinn for the win had a plan more divine
While others took leisure and gusto to sway
Her focus was steady and kept on her way
So Donny took heed while walking this day
Still she was not looking she need not be saved
He tightened his noggin and sharpened his eye
He gathered his dignity and he leveled his guide
She continued to dismiss the distractions of guys
He paced himself on this path he would try
What was his secret or his future demise?
Would he falter fluster or fall before her thighs?
No. Because his aim was the same as her prize
He was becoming by running towards the Skye's
So when she got there he found her right by his side
She was not looking for Donny or a handout freedom
All she needed was a companion with whom to share a sunrise
Dr. Quinn practiced medicine while building a horizon
he was willing to walk wait and work towards their golden Skye's
Mr Quinn out did many a men simply by fixing his vision
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 5:01 AM UTC
“Blight into cold blue and obsidian water sky.
I await to graciously glance at sunset and smile,
I must renew my bones in dynasty of deity,
I have been feeling an awakening sensation,
I must still clear all my earthly levies,
As I sense awakening of a simmering rage,
The day that since has died a desperate light,
That light that must get stronger by the day,
Today is dead latency in the desolate land,
My heart welcomes you once again my love,
My season my woman my deity my immensity,
Every road leads to the door step of my heart,
For without thee I will roam with a hungry heart,
It is blunt to pause to make an end majestic creature,
Nefarious it was for suns to store and cache my will,
Skies black water befuddles me and constrains me,
Moving heaven and earth that which we were,
Made all the stars weak by time and fate,
Every ode will disperse and die as soon this will,
Ode to Blackwater”
By Andrew Guzaldo 09/20/2018 ©
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 5:43 PM UTC
#*From the iron red sea flows
an infinite forest of white roots and gray leaves
Unequivocally woven in response to
the senses of each unique being
Ahhh, if timeless beauty is what you seek,
let the transcendental levies bleed
For that which may be perceived internally,
will be embellished eternally*#
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 7:44 PM UTC
No amount of prayer to any deity could've prepared my pebble creek veins
or my rope burned hands
for the 40 days you'd test my levies and flood my port of thought
Your pull extinguished
every chance of navigating by the light of Polaris,
the soundness of my rusted compass heart
cannot weather the pull of your fingers in my hair
I used to sleep in my nail beds
before they were cut to stinging quick-
They say a sailor has no home but his letters
entwined in rope lattice to his bones
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 8:28 PM UTC
Flee from the borders
Let the walls fall
Crumbling buildings and buried roads
Bullets, mortars
Claim them all
The dead overwhelm us
Too many to mourn
Proud soldiers and prouder mothers
Ashes, dust
The levies of war
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 3:12 AM UTC
remember when we talked
at all hours of the night
such a time ago when
you needed me
a body to listen
to hum in understanding
nod along to your plans
chatter idly in the night
you wanted me
a mind to comprehend
to feel your pain
be filled with sorrow
mend with great care
it's all i ever was
to you and to you
but an outlet for your fears
a face with barely a name
a fixer
a mender
a repairer of broken dreams
someone to piece you back
when your tears fell too hard
and the levies broke
and dams collapsed
when no one else heard your shouts
turn to cries
turn to knives
but when the bones had been set
and the tears laid to rest
you hid yourself away
forgot my hint of a name
and laid our friendship away.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 2:35 AM UTC
you pay the levies
you grant the deceits
you fall behind
you fall from grace
you freefall
you get what you deserve
you deserve what you get
you take your time
you partake
you mistake
you get the point
you get by
you yearn
you learn
you lone
you moan
you atone
you know the stakes
you do what it takes
it’s all you
Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 2:13 AM UTC
He has no suspicious ideas
about these hidden thoughts of mine.
The "Got it Twisted" wickedness
Boy
Have I got ideas of what I could do to him,
The experience of my prowess
The sensual heights
I could bring him
Service him the vice of moist
Lips of this mouth
The levies I could break...
Even now (ONE Mississippi)
The Earnestness of the warmth in my groin
(TWO Mississippi)
trains of thought / tight caboose / and whistling steam
(Thrice Mississippi...)
My imbalance seems becoming obvious
So we hurriedly converse,
Our talk :
Brief with business lingo
(My eyes high on his physique)
In the interim
Exchange our dimes,
Buddha in my hand...
"Wuss up?"
'Sup bro... (a synchronized nod)
In the pause of dead air,
I mad dog him with my eyes
(Drunk off his musk).
He has no idea about these ideas
The silent stealth of the naked thoughts in my ********
The twisted scene of my imagination's
Motion pictures...
******* him off to completion.*
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 10:39 PM UTC
in the thick of it all
love will always be the storm
that tears apart your houses
and drags your cities
back to sea.
no matter if you built levies
or walls ten hundred yards high,
the waters will hit hard enough
to flood the roads
and knock flat
the barriers
in the moment
when your tallest skyscraper
kneels down before the power
of the ocean, in all her grace,
you will always wonder
what could I have done
to forego this
destruction?
but when another storm comes
one that you could not see
one that you were truly
not prepared for
love will be your shelter
in ways that are both obvious
and mysterious all the same
she will come to you
in your moment
of final
prayer
and you will ask yourself
how else could I have diverted
this catastrophe?
after shutting for the final time
the next sight your eyes witness
will be singing birds and blue skies
and you will wonder how,
and eventually,
why?
this I cannot answer
perhaps this is love’s true poison
that she will not let you die
until she kills you herself
or perhaps
that is simply her price
or perhaps even
there is no reason
and love,
just as I,
know not why we do
the things we do
but we do them
with passion,
with commitment,
with love.
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 10:50 AM UTC
Scratching off my skin and digging my eyes out.
The cracks branch off at the corners, swollen and puffy.
A busted lip, some pills, and a drink to help me relax.
Didn't work.
Little levies break now and then to spill small kernels of my locked up consciousness, then retract back in on itself.
Functional.
Motions, actions, procedures.
Pushing through the grime towards the bathtub.
Through the haze typing delicately to oneself.
Giggle.
Glorify yourself.
Lose your voice in explanation of everything except the important parts, the parts they already secretly know.
The stomach churns, sudden twinges pierce all the muscles.
Conversations swim about other things.
The oncoming memories, the irritations of daily life.
Just being here.
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 2:59 AM UTC