"lifeforce" poems
If I could
pinpoint the
exact moment
your breath
touched mine
washed me over
in ocean waves
sea creatures glowing
in delightful recognition
as the seedlings
of connection
shimmied into our being
and, dancing within me
in its own lifeforce
your mind a living,
breathing animal
your heart, purring
and whirring its sacred forces
into my molecular structures
your soul throbbing
in mitochondric pulsing
(*oh what
a delicious vibration
of ribosomes*)
Between us, we hold
the true treasures
close, in frothy
tenderness
a purity of the expanse
of our universe,
swathed in prismatic color
colors that shift,
these fresh hues
for which there are no name
they are lucid and fine-woven
as silk histories
yet deep as earthcore
your eyes, voice
are forever burned
into my own
every day scriptures
that rock my shattered parts
into wholeness
and,
like ancient magic,
I conjure forth
the holy gospel
rising from our bones
every second of
every minute
as our deepest fires
our most secret filth
our murky corners
our darkest hours
we weave into light
brilliant and lustrous
multi-layered in the richest
folds of the earth
and as you place me
upon the shores
of your garland-graced
throne
Now I'm alive in a new
kind of light
and
all I can do
is love
and love
and love
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 5:23 PM UTC
i.
Her affection I needeth
To sustain mine living's;
ii.
Her smile I beseecheth
Which is vital to mine breathing;
iii.
Her laughter is mine medication
The herb to mine being;
iv.
Her blood everafter
Is lifeforce, is life to mine eyesight and seeing;
v.
Her loyalty meaneth the world
O' how perfect she is a woman, the image of a queen, a real girl;
vi.
Her amour' is the path on which I abode
O' mine wife, mine soulmate and life, without thee I wouldst not be whole;
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley-Filipino rose dedication
©Lonesome poets poetry
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
Gaining wisdom,
Listening to Mos Def
Not to be boxed in by the quadrant of the bass clef,
Because I like the melodies of the treble.
If Eye am to live a life to be confined, then call me a rebel.
Letting out all that was repressed
Counting blessings instead of stresses
Picking up messes &
Preparing for the test
To invest in myself,
in you
~
Diving below the depths to see what's true~
The interest accrues
But there's no use -
in paying these taxes to factions
When they should be subtracted from the equation
For exacerbating trivial situations
til we see the answer is One
You have the control, a full mind\body/soul collaboration
Sort out ya chakras and rebuild your nation
Plant seeds and reverse the deforestation
Let creativity fill your wounds and be captivated by fascination
Follow your own soul
Guided by sensation
Close your eyes and breathe, if ya need, some quick elation
...Away from frustration or the contemplation on the
"right" choice.
Just share your innermost genuine voice,
Keep the soil moist,
& the stem strong in order to stay poised
Lose the armor
For you are formless
In a state of vulnerability,
We are never dormant
But rather, open to the occupants
that we can't even see
Let your heart explode with love and you'll know what it's like to be free.
Don't open up though, and we'll be doomed to repeat
Be not afraid to call upon the Youniverse
Disperse what you rehearsed
before your vessel is within another in the confines of a hearse.
Weird to hear, but we can't wait for one more day.
It could be anyone's last grain of sand,
So by all means,
Say what you have to say~
You have a gift,
& It's called the present
Living with the ability to lift,
and make others' lives pleasant.
Muster every ounce of love and drift,
Right into another's essence
You hold the power in your hands, reach out~
..You'll never go hungry..
Giving vital lifeforce to those experiencing drought
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
He gazes at the moon as its rays illuminate the glistening leaves
the caliginous night hiding the creatures of the forest
life clandestinely creeping in the shadows
eternally alone but never lonely
As he treads along the paths and leaves, wildlife trails behind him
birds circle him, and insects creep along his limbs
foliage parts for him, and vines reach for his love
The lucid forest speaks to him
guides him, treasures him
he who nurtures its essence
like a small sapling sprouting out of the soil
gently singing the sacred aria of the weald
calmly providing energy for these younglings
stretching ever higher, searching for the sun
they rise, rise up faster with his spirit,
ever growing into the sky the high branches spread
the cloudburst continues, quenching the lifeforce of thirst
new life emerges, unforeseen possibilities
the druid of the forest
the shaman of the earth
the balm of life
Jul 10, 2012
Jul 10, 2012 at 10:41 PM UTC
A young boy, 7, and his sister, 10
Drowned today...so sad
At a time when young folks memories
should be the best they ever had
On a sunny summers day
Swimming out to far from shore
They are the newest of the lost
So far this summer, there's been 4
The lake is known as Erie
Known for not giving up it's dead
It's a small lake but decieving
It's a lake that sailors dread
An older sister was their lifeline
No lifeguards on this beach
One was dead while in the water
The other, almost out of reach
No graduation for these children
Weddings none, and children too
In Erie's depths their lifeforce lingers
The lake don't care a lick for you
the sand bar goes out quite a distance
Dropping off, it's cold and dark
The current there will **** you under
Like a shark attack without a mark
The next day the beach is open
Still no lifegurard on the shore
What will it take to have them down there
You have to ask, how many more?
Two souls were lost in Erie
A young boy 7, his sister , 10
A family torn asunder
This must not happen, not again
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 5:29 PM UTC
I gingerly place my hands on your silk back
as you climb aboard the
maypole
but is this right?
is this
True?
What is True?
why does my gentle heart flutter at the thought
of your
naked
Body
on top of mine?
Will you stop me?
will you help me save my honor?
I can only be so chivalrous
my steed can only gallop so many miles
Why does my wicked mind turn to the image
of you
with round—bare
eyes staring into mine
as our lips
Interlock
in a Loving embrace?
I wish—
I wish to walk side by side
with you
along the ocean shore
a beautiful bay steed for us both
I want that to be reality
Deep in my lifeforce
I only desire to defend you
with my mystical sword
for I have no desire to wield my organic sword
it has the power to betray and harm
as it did for Lancelot
Should the spirits take me
will you stop and assist me
in maintaining my honor?
if they take us both
shall we fall off the Edge of the World?
shall we approach the Gates of Oblivion
along the shores of Acheron and Styx?
Why must my mind and heart be
in constant warfare?
the Barbarians against the Gallant Knights.
whom shall win?
My knights are indeed heroic
but the base passions of the barbarians
give keenness to their axes and spears
And what about you milady?
will you stop yourself
knowing
my honor?
I pray that you will kiss me
and Love shall take
Us
along a pleasant path.
but - forgive me
I cannot
trust
you yet.
I long for the day when I can
Feel
Your hands
intertwined-in-mine-like-vines
as you smile into my eyes
not as a lover
but as a
Companion
Aug 22, 2010
Aug 22, 2010 at 5:25 PM UTC
He decides which way the wind will blow
'Provides the fields that yield the grains we grow
He created everything I see
He's the one who lives inside of me
CHORUS
He's the Lifeforce beating in my heart
When I get off course He's my compass in the dark
He's the beauty in a flower
A storm cloud's awesome power
He's the Lifeforce beating in my heart
He was there when the sun and stars were hung
He knows each prayer, the need it started from
Yet all He asks is the faith of a mustard seed
He blesses us with more blessings than we need
CHORUS
Bridge: He's right there to catch me at the end of my rope
If I'm standing in the ashes, he'll fill me with new hope
CHORUS
Music by Phil Thomson
Copyright Soundblitz Records
Jul 10, 2012
Jul 10, 2012 at 9:57 AM UTC
You can feel the pain of life
cutting deep inside of you,
When you are out there swimming
On the edge of who you are.
You can see a mystic glow
That captures your attention,
Just before you find yourself
Abandoned in the dark.
You can taste the bitterness
Of loosing to the the universe,
Meditating on the sad things
That have made you who you are.
You can hear the hollow breath
That comes from deep within
Your chest as it it heaving,
When you don't know where you are.
You can smell the pheromones
And want to enter paradise
Of the intoxicating lifeforce;
Libidinous and stark.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 11:27 PM UTC
The sky wept lifeforce, potential and love. Draining into a sea of tears on a seafloor of fears. Coral encrusted ambitions bathed in shallow inhibitions as we lost what the clouds could not bare. Alone and dieing our chances ceased to exist amongst the lost splendor of this once plentiful abyss.
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC
Below One-Hundred Frequents,
Rattle,
They disturb my soul,
Rolled off,
Pushed away,
Drawn back,
With an introspective grin from ear to ear.
Penetrate thoughts with,
Waves of sub-aural patterns,
Trample them with raised rhythmic textures.
Wind down,
Breathe in,
Dark and let them permeate.
Twenty-Seven Frequents,
Stir my balance,
Nauseate the brain,
They flush the dance floor iridescence.
Nine Frequents,
To tremble the cage,
Until marrow sings.
Five cracks the walls it held,
Shatters the casing.
Two builds the pressure,
Pushes red through the glove.
And One is the,
Lub Dub,
Lub Dub,
Lub Dub.
Sound is a Lifeforce…
Aug 29, 2010
Aug 29, 2010 at 7:06 PM UTC
The Ever first creature to walk his land
Single greatest being of His empire
And his mighty subjects bring tidings to him
Tidings of valiant rebellion against his dark brutality.
The General of His Forces, sent forth to sought out the traitor
Upon winged beast he rides through the barren wasteland
Ever watchful eye on the hunt for the rebel
And the sorry being was found, cowering ‘neath the rocks.
The Dark Master himself attended to
The sacrifice of the rebel-lord, and the corpse of his being
Left out in the open for the carrion-birds
The elegant remains of grisly justice.
And so it begins, the mysterious cycle
Of hatred and vengeance upon the kingdom.
The Dark One gracefully eliminating them,
They who try to question his terrible Power.
In the darkest hour, He attains the zenith of his ferocity
And in that hour, one arises against him, one he cannot destroy
One who defies everything He stands for, one who brings hope
That vile promise of a better world, now rampant in his rule.
He seeks to destroy this mortal, a weak and puny smite under his rule
But for reasons arcane and beyond His control
Try as He may, the ****** mortal lies beyond his savage grasp.
And so, He calls upon the Dark Gods of His sacrifice
To bestow upon Him the Might of the Feral.
His invocation rings repercussion through the desert
As they descend upon Him, honouring His ****** sacrifice
He lies broken upon the Altar of the Elders
His flesh torn from his being, in mockery of his offering.
They descend upon him, feeding off his Lifeforce
As they reduce their Mighty Disciple to skin and bone
He finally rests upon wet sands, His savagely torn torso
The terrible remains of the Last Boon of His Gods.
The irony hangs heavy in the air as
The One that brought about the end of the Mighty Emperor
Throws his Offering upon the Altar
Pledging eternal allegiance and servitude to the Dark Gods…
And so it begins again, the old arcane circle
Of jealousy, rebellion, ****** and power
And so it has been, and always shall be
As the Masters of Chaos decide our fate
And they laugh…
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
The intraveneous needles pumped their black liquids, and I could feel my eyeballs bulging completely, pathetically to their limits as I extrapolated from the tantalum-covered machine the lifeforce I knew I needed.
"You can not breathe here," they always told me before I took my journal past the archway, and I was as good as dead if...
It was always if. If the machine broke down, if the communications were broken, if the moon didn't turn half-way just right at the given time.
There was a solid thought, though, a recurring idea.
"If you make it to Otherside, they're going to call you by name and recognize you. If you make it to Otherside, your cover will be blown," I kept hearing a voice call to me.
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 4:41 PM UTC
Hand grips the neck
Hot tongue
Trails along the jaw
Nose inhales that scent
She shivers
Repulsed
Talons tear sweet flesh
Deep tears
streaks of blood
Screams heard
Hideous Cackles follow
Insanity at best
Death scent permeates the air
Monsterous legs forcing
Thighs squeeze tight in refusal
Tongue licks the ******
Biting
The peak almost off
Blood squirts into His mouth
Fingernails scrape the ****
pinching it until she writhes
Parting legs
The mangled pointed phallus
Pushed into her sweet innocence
Pulling back out
Flesh rents from the movement
Bathing His shaft in warm liquid
Hissing as His need becomes great
Screams as pleasure explodes within
Not realizing she is battered
Bloodied and dying
His thrusts in and out
More brutal, ******
His energy grows
******* the ****** off
Chewing on mangled flesh
Heart black as night
Mind cracked an abyss
Roars as the lifeforce ebbs
Insane screams explode through the night
Taking all of her
Not caring that she will die
Coated in blood
Woman defiled,
Suddenly He demon spurts
Burning torn flesh
Like acid
The smell invigorates Him
His mind lost
Spewing forth He eats
Gobbling up every bit of life
He picks up the spent body
Seeing her dying
Azure eyes look into His
Begging for death
He tosses her to lay
Among the countless others
Taken,used,discarded
A theme so familiar
Perhaps monstrous
Same effect is achieved
Defiled,ashamed, bloodied
Bruised, used,and maimed
Lies revealed finally by truth
Finally eyes look forward lifeless
suffering no more
I wonder if she didn't get the easy way out
I think they all did
May 24, 2010
May 24, 2010 at 5:19 PM UTC
There she layed alone in the snow
many people were searching.
Her name and image everywhere
silent frozen on the verge.
Somebody had ended her lifeforce
murdered with no remorse.
Evil person loitering in the shadows
waiting to pounce on others.
Destroying a precious living spark
for thier dispicable reasons.
Thrown aside like unwanted trash
a future wiped out in a flash.
Loved ones left with unspeakable rage
a Christmas day tragedy.
That will haunt them each festive season
always on hold without them.
Not opening thier presents but in a grave
a daughter you could not save.
There she layed on her own in the snow
taken cruelly and young.
Life should have been plentiful and long
knowing you can't right this wrong.
Hoping you're at rest in that long sleep
forgive us if we quietly weep.
The Foureyed Poet.
Feb 19, 2011
Feb 19, 2011 at 12:13 PM UTC
My computer-like self
is frozen in thought like the outside chill.
Mouse moving in heartbeat fashion.
Light pulsating to
balance eyes that stare outward.
Time slows
while flashes of visions come
upon minds screen
melting into a field of technical descriptive words.
Software of passions and goals
must be updated to align with
lifeforce energies.
Dreams become distant
in hard drive of heart
while rain fills eyes
and keyboard
resonates with sounds.
Virus must be found
by breath and focus
grounding in a sea of gigabytes
housed in cells
taken over until balance can be achieved.
Platform is set with intention
for real self to meet fabricated one
as old fears are dismantled
and guided to a tunnel lined with trash.
With flip of
button all is eradicated
in just seconds
for a new thought to anchor
and peace to be part of a new program.
Second to reboot my consciousness
for guidance and spirits love to enter.
StarBG © 2017
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 3:06 PM UTC
The devil works at Norman Rockwell and he wrote the blueprints to suburban paradise.
The angels by his side fill our homes with the same designs and their fingers stretch into rocking chairs,
draining our lifeforce.
I can smell the sulfur on him when invited so graciously into your home.
God ******
He didn't even need to ask to be let in.
I am screaming silently into a wall while they are draining their glasses,
laughing at jokes told a thousand times before.
The comedy of man.
The tragedy of man.
Aren't they the same thing?
The cheers at clones in suits preaching promised lands
turn to static and I am sick of trying to block the noise.
"If you dance with the devil, the devil won't change, the devil changes you."
...but perhaps I can learn a few moves from and wait for his feet to stumble...
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC
The tang tastes of fright
Coppery like the penny-worth
Of thoughts from those that spy us
Leering long looks
At the guts and gleeful guzzling
Of poor beast that was beating
The earth with free hoofs
And eyes large, white-ringed brown;
That sight that had us
hunkering and chuckling.
Beneath the ****** rueful moon
We must look a site,
High and dizzy with that leaking
Lifeforce that warms the cold away.
Blue with the rays
And red with the crime,
Caught shame faced as it dribbles
Down our chin and into the dirt.
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 1:36 PM UTC
He skulks around late at night, all hollow
innocence to swallow, beast within burns
his fire - demonic Dorian Gray, an infinity
of void, reflecting through mirrors of lead
The blood is the lifeforce of the words, it flows
it's the rhythm that keeps on flowing, crimson --
Lifeforce within, flowing, like rivers in some
******* babylon, baby, pregnancy of the earth boom boom
vampire bite, what a fright, burned eyes boo boo --
trapped in this zoo, man - caged beast, man.
Every man is a caged beast, controlled and
tied up, flawed creature, bashing head against the bars
and poets? They are the most flawed of all, dreaming of
escape, no hope, scraping the claws against the wall.
Red crimson lifeforce flows, big bang bachelors
drinking in noir nights, feeling the fright of the
big girls against the ceilings, their dreaming lips
which siren lust and *** screaming in the night
siren. Bountiful **** *******
Sirens of *** burning in the night, hemp smoking in
the corner, drink more, smoke more, **** more, feel more -
red - red - red - red
blood / blood / blood
Give it in, keep it burning in your veins, through the heart
that brain, it needs something to keep on ticking
like the grandfather clock, tick tock tick tock
feed your **** red crimson moon, find a girl
treat her right, be tight with the devine
that feline moma won't wait around forever
so don't expect her too, just treat her right
be tight, and hold her in the night, out of sight
nebula dreams with your love, sozzled right.
Wasted and burnt by your eyes.
Seal her red within with your tears of divinity
and bleed for her too when you need to.
Red, like the colour of a rose,
or at least the bleeding of a moon.
Bada bing, bada boosh.
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 8:41 PM UTC
I will never forget her words.
Of sheer glass screeching against the world.
Of atrocities whose gravity.
Is inexorable.
Once that blade of silence enabled her to catch.
The thief's neck unaware.
She sent his lifeforce rolling down a valley.
Of prevented crimes.
Halted descent to gaze into pools of red,
Falling from one inhuman reservoir to the next.
She joyfully played with a life less than illegitimate,
Giggling soulless and unrepentent,
At the profanity of it all.
Without dignity to hold her back.
When logic tried to stop her from.
Taking it back.
Janet she,
Pressed purpose to reason's concern.
Revealed psychosis and told me,
No.
With a plain face and quivering smirk,
I was pushed back with an emptying ****
He's still there, still alive and well,
I'd like to not be as such.
Hidden inside our new home of black and red.
Caught by lyrical promises sang by a once comely ally.
Turned fat idiot by serpent's slaughter.
Toblin's other vassal was spotted.
Grinning accomplice or not he was.
Spotted.
Recognized.
Slaughtered.
In the aforementioned manner.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
I will never forget her words.
Of sheer glass screeching against the world.
Of atrocities whose gravity.
Is inexorable.
Once that blade of silence enabled her to catch.
The thief's neck unaware.
She sent his lifeforce rolling down a valley.
Of prevented crimes.
Halted descent to gaze into cups of red,
Falling from one human reservoir to the next.
Each drop splashed to become happiness with a twirl,
No longer a girl.
She joyfully played with a life less than illegitimate,
Giggling soulless and unrepentant,
At the profanity of it all.
Vengeance usurped her throne,
Without dignity to advise her,
When logic crumbled trying to stop her from.
Taking it back.
I diverted that hand.
Clutching silent cure with rigid fingers.
Janet she,
Pressed purpose to reason's concern.
Revealed psychosis and told my heart,
No.
With a plain face and quivering smirk,
I was pushed back with an emptying ****
He's still there, still alive and well,
I'd like to not be as such.
Hidden inside our new home of blue and gold.
Caught by lyrical promises sang by a once comely ally.
Turned fat idiot by serpent's slaughter.
Toblin's other vassal was spotted.
Grinning accomplice or not he was.
Spotted.
Recognized.
Slaughtered.
In the aforementioned manner.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 6:24 PM UTC
Light touches the edge of the sky
Which bursts forth to your lips
Lips that mustn't be tarnished or burned
Charred orange rays struggle to find figure
Overpowering them with a flash of a grin
Followed by a sweetly scented titter
A sonic melody that melts insides of all around
Matter drips up into the horizon
Embellishing the the beam further along
Brighter
More vibrant
A dying star
Seeking a new lifeforce
Commensalistic relationship is needed
The light found her
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 9:26 PM UTC
I tell myself, stop looking at others
And look at the positives of yourself
Subconscious jealousy is what bothers
And I fail to see the positives of my existence, even if they are there
My mind brushes it all off
I know it could be worse, it's just not my fault
I feel ignored even if I don't speak much
Even when I do, they laugh and listen
And even the hugs at the end, that fill me with warmth
Leave my soul empty afterwards hungry for more
For a sustained lifeforce, that lets me be myself
And flourish amidst the success of mediocrity
And loss of value even in those who are not just people enjoying life, but also enjoying what they got
It's not learnable I tried and I cried
And I cried And I cried And I cried
Leave me alone, let me be happy
please don't leave me, oh precious sanity
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 7:35 PM UTC
Escape me, ugly feeling,
Run away and never rear your head.
You've got me twisting, reeling—
A selfish need that craves to be fed.
Rid yourself from my presence,
Unwanted, yet you still remain.
A vile reek, a suffocating presence,
Draining my lifeforce with anger and pain.
Escape me, unwanted being,
For the hell you've put me through.
You took pleasure in my wailing—
So leave me be, foul infatuation.
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 12:23 PM UTC
Getting out of bed is a feat some days
I just want to sleep some days
To get away. From the noise of the world
The guilt
The expectations
The intrusive memories of pain & blame that whisper loudly through my shame
The painstaking loudness is consuming and immense
It drains me of my lifeforce, my freeness, my subsistence
But I tread through the dark whirling water
I swim opposite the fierce tidal current, trying not to falter
If I let myself sink it will be too difficult to clear the heavy sandpapery water from my lungs
I see the light in brief gasps of red as I tread the voices in my head
Dysfunctional. Defective. Dead. like a battery
But I’m still Living. Operating. Performing.
Performing for most, a glimmer of a smile and a happy anecdote
But not all, not all of the Someones
I found the ones who breathe air into my tired lungs
The ones who offer me refuge on their lifeboats of truth
So that I may rest my weary body when I am too tired and it's too foggy
I heal, I recharge, I feel steady on their barge
Only then do I return to the waters
On my own
Maintaining
Building up
Becoming more resilient with each wave
Mar 23, 2024
Mar 23, 2024 at 11:43 PM UTC