"lifeforms" poems
Pick yourself up and dust off your shoulders
because you're a soldier and have no time to rest.
You can't escape this life because you sold your soul for this
and in the next year, you'll be buried right under your feet, six feet deep.
Will it be your hell?
Tied up alone surrounded by nothing but chains
for years and years.
Calling out to empty shadows and swallowing dust over these times.
Will it be your heaven?
In the summer of ninety-six
with the night lite up with fireworks on the fourth.
Chasing the sparks because you're a child again.
Pick your feet up and march to the drums of your family.
You promised to always protect your family
and this is all you know to do.
Giving up your life for your brother's
is what you were trained to do.
Your heart is weak but warm.
But you will not be needing it for long.
You find peace in the night
but always keep a candle lit,
to keep an eye on your brother
because he is all there is.
Things can't be rewritten or reversed.
You've just got a confused mind
and acted out of grief.
But you're always able to rewind to the night
a bullet took your brother.
These lifeforms made a deal for you, that they knew you'd take.
They could care less about your feelings.
They could **** without warning,
but you trust them with your brother's life on this one.
So now you stand a man with a deal to die
but it's all worth it because now your brother can live.
Selling your life so he can have his back was the best birthday present
you could give.
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 10:59 PM UTC
I wonder if other lifeforms
have Twitter & Facebook,
watch You Tube,
or if they are more advanced
& use other forms of social media,
like anti-gravity billboards,
clairvoyant message boards
or mind-implant videos?
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC
bottlerocket,
ski click &
shoot.
[empress impressed.]
petrol souls drift the skin & aetherous
of our holy mother lake midday.
by alpine,
lymph node,
spine of glimmering fish;
i never truly thought that love could destroy.
[to display the paradise boon and boom salute.]
her knife atop the stump.
*
yon machines construct art-form of reservoir (yon being short for yonder),
knee-boarder-boy wake to wake, he wags his tail when he dreams.
[lakeside.]
tribal the beach: a family drunk on juiceboxes.
rolling rocks. tall boys
& boulders/ bountiful canyon kids
with their beautiful gasping dogs.
****** knee **** and gallop at the foot of a mountain/mound &
sugar ants stomped, longing to empire.
mom bunches her fists into sand
of stolen crag, listening closely for her childhood in the whistle
of a casio conch.
margaritaville will do.
[to **** or kiss beetles.]
kiss;
the bitty prince.
maintain a steady alliance with all lifeforms and flora.
life is programmed as thus;
algorithm of love.
bright honeydew soaked slabs of wood,
or plank, tabletop treatise.
wet pile of seeds.
young small birds hoard seeds for winter;
teeter into spring;
& upon summer find solace in swift slip-n-slide daylights.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 7:35 AM UTC
All I want to do is be.
To live as close as I can to free,
and know what it's like to taste, smell, hear and see,
and to touch things that live, like a bird in a tree.
But they are not only birds, things that live and int'rest me,
things that are alive come from the land, air, and sea.
To say one form of life is the best, would be a travesty,
For what can make a bird more alive than a bee?
I draw great joy and comfort from life's diversity,
but not only in difference, is founded my glee.
There are things the same in lifeforms, from elephant to flea,
like how we rush to please our instincts, so compulsively.
But unlike the lustful wants of others, humble is my plea,
to pass this genuine love for life from my own, on to thee.
I want me and thee to be free to see an end to travesty and plea that adversity flee, for we to love compulsively and treasure our diversity, live a life so full of glee, that it will suffice to just be.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 10:08 PM UTC
There was a blinding light,
Then silence,
Then a hiss.
Air escaping,
Gasping bliss.
Glass shatters,
Shadows play.
A nuke hit the stern,
Evacuate!
No delay.
Days passed,
No one came.
No one heard the message,
No one 'brought the rain'
The solitary escape-ship
Suitable only for one,
Headed forlorn to the next
Inhabited sun.
"Nine thousand, seven hundred light years away"
The computer said in its monotonous way.
"And what of our air,water and fuel?"
"Approximate range is 6.2365r light years,
Will that do?"
"No" he said with a sigh.
Confined to his coffin
Not much to pass the time...
Internal recording 00001// lifeforms:1// life support: 97%
"This is Hal Katurn of the trade ship 'Endeavor'"
"Can anybody read....?"
"It's just me here......
In the vastness of space...
A grain of sand..."
Internal recording 000012// lifeforms:1// life support: 88%
"It's been a while now just me alone,
No contact friendly, or otherwise
In any nearby zone.
The quadrant is quiet....cold..."
Internal recording 000021// lifeforms:1// life support: 67%
"The stars....They....
They look so peaceful...hehe
What do you say?"
"Was that directed at me?"
Said the ships AI.
"Not you, the ones outside silly!"
"............?..........."
Internal recording 000037// lifeforms:1// life support: 24%
"Row...row...row....
Your...mind......
Gently out to space....
Lonely lonely lonely lone
Life is but a race...."
Internal recording 000042// lifeforms:0// life support: 0%
"..............................."
The farmer heard a roar
And stopped his toil for
A moment,
No more.
He saw the heavens fall
And knelt in prayer and awe.
He hurried to the hole left in his land
Where a voice spoke in a language he didn't understand....
"This is Hal Katurn of the trade ship 'Endeavor'"
"Can anybody read....?"
"It's just me here......
In the vastness of space...
A grain of sand..."
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 12:04 AM UTC
In the dark we form
From the nebula
Of hydrogen and dust
We compress
Under massive gravitational force
Slowly rotating
we increase
In matter
But pressure from others
And our own gravitation
Causes our collapse
We cool down
Emitting infrared light
And radio waves
And we spin faster
As our spin increases
Temperatures rise
And once more
we form
With centrifugal force
A central core
Stable
And a revolving disc
Of future planets
Soon orbiting
Our heat
Caused by the friction of bodies
Makes us glow
Our fusion
prevents further contraction
And begets jets
Intense beams of radiation
For lifeforms to enjoy
Or fear
But we know
That when the hydrogen fuel is spent
This star too
Will begin to die
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 11:58 AM UTC
what will become of me when i die?
will my body offer itself up
to the lost, and lonely stars?
or will i spend eternity in heaven
maybe even possibly hell?
will i just decay
in a wooden box underground?
or become a ghost,
and haunt human lifeforms?
when we die,
do we become something,
or nothing?
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
O! Happy day!
For on this day I find myself
In love with every girl:
In the innumerable masses of licentious courtesans
Parading their every facet,
Every inch of bare supple flesh
Their thread-bare scraps of clothes
Can tastefully expose,
I have chosen a mere handful
That do so skilfully!
And so I act;
Mutilating the leafy genitals of lesser lifeforms,
Pruning them into a pleasing shape
That it might entice them to reciprocate
And replicate;
Presenting to them dashing symbols of consumerism,
Such as ingots of saccharine fat
To please them now
And spurn them later
When they wish to regain their shapely shape,
Or compressed ichor borne of ancient remains,
Cut into a pleasing sparkle
To please their primal preference for shine.
Surely this will win their affections!
O! Happy day!
Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 9:49 PM UTC
You are the pavement
Cracked,
Spat on,
Walked all over,
Yet,
Lifeforms sprout
From in between your broken pieces
Life grows in you still
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 4:46 AM UTC
twenty-three trips around the sun
just another insignificant planet
crowding a broiling ball of
hydrogen gas in one
of some hundred
billion galaxies
it's hard
not to wilt
by comparison
not even a quarter of a
century and for all i know i could
very well be dead tomorrow buried
three days hence never to walk the earth again
i am an amalgam of every person i meet
each event in this tumultuous tragedy
modifies me just as i alter the
universe with ripple effects
expanding ever onward
out into the cosmic
embrace of the
abyss
squeezed
out like paste
stretched like string
theory across parchment
paper—thin and fragile as i
hope in vain for some semblance
of significance to be lent to me on loan
if i want it i'll have to make it all on my own
but i'm growing older with every passing
moment and i'm not so certain this is
the route i've chosen anymore
i'll still carve my name into
this Earth but not for me
i'll lay down my life not
for my legacy but
for my neighbor
for all those i'll
never get to
meet
not out
of some youthful
idealism or ardent
child-like naiveté but
for an idea that's bigger
and brighter and better than
myself: universal brotherhood
peace and love goodwill towards
all lifeforms with whom we share this
tiny blue dot that we call planet Earth
and while i know i will hardly make a
difference in the grand scheme
of things at least i can say i
died a lion never living
on my knees
instead
i tried to live
my life so *******
brilliantly that even
Death feared to take
me into the nothingness
twenty-three trips around the sun
almost a quarter of a century
i won't let them steal my
hope from me i refuse
to bow to apathy i
stand strong on
my own feet
and say i'm
free
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 12:00 AM UTC
Dark is the Well to the bottom of my heart
Deeper than Joseph's cistern in Dothan
Should you try to fetch a water for a drink?
Where moss and mosquitos give life and live.
Shepherds and Herders pass by and spit
Said "its a curse and empty abyss"
Yet mosquitos live and form there families
And other lifeforms here they sleep.
For them its "The Well of Life"
Though its stinks and useless for your needs
Your spit and curses can be there food
Forming new life and birth.
Foul and useless this Well maybe
But someday a Living Water will be fetched
For I heard a One Shepherd who drank and bathed in this pit
He said "I will reach this abyss and pour Living Water in it"
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 1:51 PM UTC
It feels so vivid (frequency)
---—---------->>>>>
<<<<<< ------------------------
Constantly thinking every minute. ^ v
Huh **** un be defferent ?
If the NEW sttlyle is toby differant.
If these words were a drug
( Cough- needle hits arm. )
I will never kick it.
----—--—-———--
Peep the will in me.
Emotional stability.
Responsibility. ( Freedom = responsibility )
In Truth , Love ,
& symmetry.
My patience...
.......................... --—-----------------------
---------------------
My life After death
Only a lucky few shall recycle my genius.
The lack of human stimulation
did not amaze him..
Annoyed with their commotion.
Lifeforms
distracted through mixed emotions.
The catacombs. the dead resurfaces as I write this poem.
This is all expressed to my ocean.
Trust it.
Climb the summit.
Learn to rise above it.
My communication.
My operation.
My construct.
He had a schizophrenic disease.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 8:44 PM UTC
You are like Water on Earth moving continuously through the water cycle of evaporation and transpiration (evapotranspiration), condensation, precipitation, and then run off, usually reaching the sea to my heart. Evaporation from one and transpiration to another contribute to the precipitation over land(my life). Like Water you are used in the production of a good or service is known as the virtual you.
Safely drinking you is essential to me and other lifeforms even though it provides no calories or organic nutrients. Access to safe drinking you has improved over the last years in almost every part of my world, even though approximately one billion people still lack access to you and over 2.5 billion have access to adequate sanitation.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 6:52 PM UTC
We are all evolved from the same microbe;
A microbe which evolved into every known species, using just two dozen ingredients; drawn from the same chemical soup.
(We are related to every living thing)
Each and every species is evolving at it's correct / specific survival rate, yet the more we humans progress, the more distance we choose to put between us and our fellow lifeforms; often choosing to alter their evolutionary progress, not for our own survival! but for bit coin, vanity or prestige.
Jul 25, 2021
Jul 25, 2021 at 2:36 AM UTC
Sometimes I walk the ground
in just socks.
So all my socks are made of dirt.
I let brambles scratch
warrior plants attack
It won't detach me from my thirst
for community, unity, passion,
compassion swells.
The rain is welcome here.
It washes me
dripping
clean I am
blossoms realizing themselves.
My oils are pungent.
Sometimes my sisters give me a rash.
I kind of like it.
Sturdy hands
Green-blue thumbs
spur my growth
Bugs like to crawl into my mouth
when I am hungry.
The river takes my pain downstream.
It sheds glass
as I shed.
And you
gleaming from afar
Your silky grace
sips my spine
licks up my mind
and spins me into
timeless lifeforms
awaiting
the lightning.
Sometimes.
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 11:52 PM UTC
I feel like over chewed gum,
Dried and loss of flavor I've become,
I'm a broke rubber band,
A piece of string with no purpose,
And I'm hanging on by this tiny piece of thread,
clinging onto the mouth of my bed,
A loose tooth,
Wanting to be set free,
Yet holding on with it's hole entirety.
I'm a broken frame, a car low on fuel, and I'm breaking into two different lifeforms,
I am halves
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 9:46 PM UTC
Rocket-ship footie pajamas and stars from the galaxy on his bed
Running 'round the yard with a fishbowl on his head
He'd stutter the names of the planets and stars
with no desire other than to walk on Mars.
The boy created his own ship:
cardboard box, crayons, and a paperclip
3
2
1
BLAST OFF
The roar of the rocket drowned out his nemesis' scoffs
Days, months, and even years past
His big chance was here at last
He looked upon Earth with shock and awe
A bluish green dot was all he saw
Distant lights and strange color specs
No sign of alien lifeforms to detect
Everlasting darkness engulfed him
His life-long dream is actually quite grim
With the stale taste of toothpaste food
His heart sank with the lonely journey he had pursued
He longed for his loving mother and his dog
He'd had enough of the Milky Way's fog
He pined for the place he had aspired to leave
That blue-green dot forever he'll cleave
With a homesick feeling he reached for the throttle
Unfortunately the fuel was at the end of the bottle
With tears in his eyes and hopelessness in his chest
He decided to try a deadly quest
With the last of the fuel he blasted his jets
It was his last possible effort and he had no regrets
With a million to one odds;
He had to contribute his success to one of the Gods
He hit the atmosphere and exploded in flames
Busted the cardboard and ruined all of his games
The boy rushed back to reality
Relieved he didn't reach his fatality
Exhausted and satisfied
His adventure had only just been outside
Looked upon his fishbowl that now had a big crack
The little boy decided his journey warranted a snack.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 1:37 AM UTC
some lifeforms would **** and eat you
lions, tigers, alligators....
but mostly life slowly kills you
and the longer you live the closer you come to death
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 9:49 AM UTC
Morse code proofreaders
A type face to many covers
Dialect's go to many tongues
Many get old
Behind enclosed encounters!!!
Sensual time Desiree's
Moans louder
And louder
Achromatic lifeforms
Are all Blisses to me!!!
Tabernackles of keys
Wherein dark dungeons
Thou shalt confess
Adornos adobes
Good for tribal success!!!
Amrinones
You'll need from her to kick start thy playful heart
Wherein keepers push buttons
And buttons play all parts!!!
Koolaid mixes
Tingle with pleasure zone scores
Where board makes board
Four score!!
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
I've shouted questions at the sky-
Hard ones, nearly unanswerable-
hoping against hope that somewhere,
Something might answer.
I've screamed until my throat grew
hoarse from the effort,
and stared up,
waiting-
wishing-
begging
for some kind of answer.
A sign.
Anything.
But there was only silence, ringing
deafeningly over the black expanse.
The stars went on shining as they had before.
It was then I realized.
The Cosmos doesn't care about me.
The Cosmos has cares of its own-
Forging stars and galaxies from dust;
Compressing the very essence of time into
unimaginable singularities;
presiding over the evolutionary cycles of
innumerable lifeforms.
Why would it care about one,
comparatively insignificant life,
on a world teeming with it,
in the outward spiral of a
galaxy very likely filled with other life.
It was then I realized.
Maybe I should look out for myself-
find the answers I seek on my own,
give up/leave behind my fear of the unknown,
instead of expecting the answers to be handed to me.
It shouldn't be that easy.
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 1:43 PM UTC
conventional vocation
on carnival with the night
shadows cast from each rotation
lifeforms move too quickly
pointless repetition while they advance
real complexities lie far in the distance
far in the deep black expanse
scattered with millions of diamonds
go the extra mile, for instance.
far past our mindless reach
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
Has it ever mattered?
The words that were spoken
Like stars falling from the sky
Straight into my esophagus
I regurgitated them into new lifeforms
We called them love and trust
But for some reason they acted more like
Deceit and broken promises
So I have to ask
Has it ever mattered?
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 2:50 PM UTC
Tis
Ive got only this one life to giveth,
So I choose to giveth
To mine aimer,
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 10:06 PM UTC
Tremors resound
Shaking the infinite Celestials
The final sign
Ominous force
Striking the core of all sequential life
Unknown terrors
Orchestration
Eliminates the mental divide
Face the unknown
Inanimate,
Corpses flying towards the genesis
Temples reborn
Fade
Slowly
Merging my visions through meditation
Weave dreams as reality
Release
Frequencies resonating
Buried in fantasies captivating
Memories disappearing
Haunted by altered consciousness
Restore the mind's eye
Glimpsing a broken existence
Capture the last light
From a vengeful dynasty
Severing the timelines, crossing paths
Eviternal embers searing the
Gateways to abandoned dimensions
Forge
Perpetual pathways
Emerging from
Ancient genesis
Endless eclipses
Circling the reddened skies
Spawned by chaos
A rampant multiverse
Fates
Lost within illusions
Cyclic omens
Creating wormholes
Break through the shadows
Impeding harmony
Save the dismal expanding universe
Projecting from
Astral realms centered in the cosmos
Through the portal
My mind escapes
Sail away from the pain of waking life
Shape creation
Arcane nightmares
Appear before the end of ages
Dying remnants
Cosmic horror
Shatters my mortal coil to pieces
Lucid dreaming
Fade
Slowly
Merging my visions through meditation
Weave dreams as reality
Release
Frequencies resonating
Buried in fantasies captivating
Memories disappearing
Haunted by altered consciousness
Restore the mind's eye
Glimpsing a broken existence
Capture the last light
Hate
Flowing through all lifeforms
Spectral terrors
Deceiving mortals
Into the unknown
I voyage here forward
Absent icons
Decipher the patterns
Fates
Lost within illusions
Cyclic omens
Creating wormholes
Break through the shadows
Impeding harmony
Save the dismal
Expanding universe
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 10:19 PM UTC