"lividly" poems
Cautious be the message
Wise be the words
Moderation be the compass
Since words fly like birds.
They can spread like germs
Or can travel from middle earth
They say they spoke to aliens
Some even spoke at birth.
Infectious, malicious, deep-cutting,
belittling, sour, off-putting.
Caring, hopeful, truly sincere,
peaceful, sweet, a kiss to the ear.
There are many forms a word can take,
like the variety of breads a baker bakes.
Love and Hate, yes,
two ends of a pole,
yet as similar as panther is to shark
is to flamingo is to mole.
Now how does that work?
your mind is seething.
Well think about it,
all the above are breathing.
Similarly, words are very alive too,
living in our minds freely in sort of a word zoo.
Certainly diverse their engines of
meaning and intent,
but once in your peripheral they float
around lividly like your favourite scent.
They can aim to degrade
or to even inspire,
Or aim to find truth
from those of a liar,
Or aim to show anger
or some just for fun,
My message is simply remember,
that you are a gun.
Your mouth the barrel,
your brain the clip,
Your vocal system
both spring and grip,
In a world full of ears
every word is a bullet
your tongue is the trigger
Be careful when you pull it.
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 6:45 PM UTC
internal damnation
i want to give you my might
exploding
lividly seething
the point beyond the humility of ---
myriad,
illusive to the pull,
nervous, fuckingggggg, nervous,
i can break you so easily
in the cacophony of vesitude,
clamp that jaw shut
this instinct, knows not.
what is it but a point?
a venomous snake,
gunned down, shake!
you won't make it beyond my shanks.
livid,
past the channel bank,
the ferocious fury of furious frankness
who else could you **** inside you?
gentle, deliquency, dashing inside gritted bars.
i can walk away at any time.
within the coils, past all the strife,
the injustice abhors your incessant denial
I am not a part of your demise.
Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 10:26 AM UTC
I watch the harbor through the falling snow
the sky and sea form one vast, gray tableau
the sun is nothing but a weak, background glow
the scene draws me, as if hypnotically.
Five mile’s lighthouse warnings go unvoiced
its strobes not lashing out, so what’s its point
it stands majestically but disappoints
replaced electronically
A tiny lobster boat makes its landward way
towards the inlet from the wider channel bay
a powdery blizzard is underway
which melts into the mirror sea.
Ospreys still hunt round the lobsterman's pride
snowflakes stain them as they soar and glide
other seabirds huddle side by side
shivering and crowing lividly.
Through the narrows the lonely boat steams
past icy Luddington Rock and East Breakwater's breech
its berths and moorings, within minutes reach
and sadly, it’s time for me to leave.
.
.
Songs for this:
Far Far Away (Charles Tone Mix) [feat. Brenda Boykin] by Tape Five
Nobody by Mitski
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 1:42 PM UTC
Ambiguously, he was boggled, beguiled by garbled goggles while giggling out the squiggles, to wiggle the signals free.
Deliberately dallying in the Plato piety of proprietary philosophies, he, dastardly deemed, disaster to be, damaging, to the laughter in the chatter of the baggage handlers to another plane.
Manhandler of a plastered paradise, partly in slices, of silly little vices of sacrifices, that shall suffice with vice grips on the lips of the negative with the spices of nicety.
Lavished in lividly living uP the misgivings of lesserly lessons, blessing the blasphemy, in passionate tuck ins, snuck in, upon drunken hunkering in the bunkers of spunkier spiels.
Languid longevity's of luscious lettering, lest will we, count our kills, never ever to leave a life festering in lectured structuring, besting the busy debuts, of flukless frugality, lucidly, counting the calories of calamity, and randomly rhyming without reason in season-less rain clouds, only allowed to put the umbrella away, and fade in play to the part, where we impart patience on the persona from the coma of commonality.
Immaculately conceived, perceived as a ***** who adores hollow hearts, as we, haphazardly heap on the hilarity, in hepatidal waves, through fazes of the common wealth.
Smile in stealth, love no one else, but self and end up in health, at a lonely age in staged stimuli, reminding me why i'm alive, and not allowed to die, while on rewind through the hard times, to smile on the last lines of laser driven lifelines, laughing at the fragile signs on the finer wines, as they break on the bowes of holy boats in bouts against the sea.
Spewing randomly, he, finds satisfactory solutions to the strengthening of his constitution in loosened blue spells, to dispel his ruthless tendrils from your ears.
The fears fueling the finality in his fractured mentality of maniacal travesties laughing at me.
Its just me, unjustly adjusting for the combustion of the build.
Its lovely here.
Laughing in the lashes.
Signing my entrapment's.
Lapsing out the masses and forming from the ashes of smashed happiness, as it unclasps before my eyes.
Sometimes
It just feels right to be alive.
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 2:26 AM UTC
Ambiguously, he was boggled, beguiled by garbled goggles while giggling out the squiggles, to wiggle the signals free.
Deliberately dallying in the Plato piety of proprietary philosophies, he, dastardly deemed, disaster to be, damaging, to the laughter in the chatter of the baggage handlers to another plane.
Manhandler of a plastered paradise, partly in slices, of silly little vices of sacrifices, that shall suffice with vice grips on the lips of the negative with the spices of nicety.
Lavished in lividly living uP the misgivings of lesserly lessons, blessing the blasphemy, in passionate tuck ins, snuck in, upon drunken hunkering in the bunkers of spunkier spiels.
Languid longevity's of luscious lettering, lest will we, count our kills, never ever to leave a life festering in lectured structuring, besting the busy debuts, of flukless frugality, lucidly, counting the calories of calamity, and randomly rhyming without reason in season-less rain clouds, only allowed to put the umbrella away, and fade in play to the part, where we impart patience on the persona from the coma of commonality.
Immaculately conceived, perceived as a ***** who adores hollow hearts, as we, haphazardly heap on the hilarity, in hepatidal waves, through fazes of the common wealth.
Smile in stealth, love no one else, but self and end up in health, at a lonely age in staged stimuli, reminding me why i'm alive, and not allowed to die, while on rewind through the hard times, to smile on the last lines of laser driven lifelines, laughing at the fragile signs on the finer wines, as they break on the bowes of holy boats in bouts against the sea.
Spewing randomly, he, finds satisfactory solutions to the strengthening of his constitution in loosened blue spells, to dispel his ruthless tendrils from your ears.
The fears fueling the finality in his fractured mentality of maniacal travesties laughing at me.
Its just me, unjustly adjusting for the combustion of the build.
Its lovely here.
Laughing in the lashes.
Signing my entrapment's.
Lapsing out the masses and forming from the ashes of smashed happiness, as it unclasps before my eyes.
Sometimes
It just feels right to be alive.
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 11:37 PM UTC
I learned to live loosely, lovingly and loudly. Loving every loose moment of every loud life living around me.
Leaving light lingering on grounds and sky like leaves leaving in the fall I left before life decided to leave me.
I left to look for a love to lean on for life, and for myself to loan a moment to live for.
To listen, to long for, just long enough to look like a sky-lit sunbeam.
The loquacious levity of the life lasting around me lived lividly, keeping its eyes open, looking for lucidity.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
I have a lot of pain left inside me and if I don’t come out with it it’s going to be the end of me,
I’ve left crying the last resort and giving up is what I come to at the shortest end,
I’m not sure of what the **** they want me to say,
Ask me simple minded questions and I’ll give you an okay,
I’m too busy worrying about what they’ll think of me,
How the words just fall off of my tongue so vividly,
I’m losing my mind so lividly,
Crashing to the depths of my mind on my own two feet,
No one can blame the innocent me,
That’s trapped up in closets surrounded by fallacies,
I can’t help the fact I know no wrong,
I know that everything is not so wrong,
Like me,
I’m here for everyone except me,
Put me first,
Love me, love me first,
I’m dying here with a love thirst, Love me,
Leave me,
I’m dying of thirst
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
The tension has dissipated
I lie here , drained.
The heat that burned so lividly
has been extinguished.
Yet still
the ashes remain.
Another burn, another scar to carry.
To survive
Someone needs to soothe the wounds.
But who?
Probably me.
Again.
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 5:05 AM UTC
He cocked the gun and pulled the trigger.
"He couldn't handle the disabled life", they wept.
Though he wasn't perceived as the sharpest of all,
in the end, he was the most compassionate and, perhaps,
wisest.
He cocked that dreadful gun and pulled that horrid trigger.
"This was no accident", they lividly proclaimed.
And though his faculties failed him he went on,
until the very end,
the most caring and, perhaps,
wisest.
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 4:26 PM UTC