"luminating" poems
the job of the artist
is to be
luminous and dangerous
*luminous to others
by being
dangerous to themselves
when the words are ripped from the chest,
atmosphere disbursed by the body’s projectile messes,
starburst fireworks,
luminous and dangerous,
luminating the shared night,
laminating your truths,
in poems disguised*
and so the job,
our work,
begins
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 8:34 AM UTC
so this tiny beauty queen kissed me
she left a stain
the red was pure and ****** vain
she grew up and stretched out my whole way of thinking
she kissed me and all i see is enemy ships sinking
blood roses grow within beds of lovers
the shady curtains, the safety covers
the hovering clouds of darkness creep in
but my soul is bound to her luminating spirit
it freely roams unkown worlds
she, my north star. i, her mobile home
hold her when she's afraid she'll spill
her insides onto the window sill
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 8:40 AM UTC
five years ago, June 2018,
I, poet Sir Humbug,
wrote:that the job of the artist was to be
luminous and dangerous
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*the job of the artist
is to be
luminous and dangerous
luminous to others
by being
dangerous to themselves
when the words are ripped from the chest,
atmosphere disbursed by the body’s projectile messes,
starburst fireworks,
luminous and dangerous,
luminating the shared night,
laminating your truths,
in poems disguised
and so the job,
our work,
begins*
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five years on,
somethings have changed,
indeed, the dangers of
being luminous,
clarifying and exposing,
the requisite badge of courage,
need-be more desperately earned
the work is more risky,
as the rules of now are none,
and the risk of good taste,
thoughtful caring,
exposing you innards outwardly,
so easy to demean
and sadly
that titillates the iliterati
like a fire-working fireflies flashing,
their in-concert of ligh attracts the
oohs and aahs
but too,
the restless for glory,
opinionated blowhard,
whose critical boundaries of ill will
are
boundless
yet,
write on, right on
to be where courage be the
sticking point!
your verbs must be pointy,
your direction true,
adjectives of modest innovation,
craft harder, then harder again,
for the work must be honest
in a manner most delicate
now is the time of
subtlety -
if one must bang pots to be heard,
that you to are but a noisemaker, a loser,
an addition to those
lost in the din
quiet passion,
thoughtful insight
to inside, to the tender parts,
will rule the day
and the blow smokers
will rue the day,
as their pretenses chafe and flail wayside,
and your words,
be like sightings of new lands
where you take us utterly beholden,
willing explorers to places most wonderfully
luminous and dangerous!
Jul 10, 2023
Jul 10, 2023 at 11:25 PM UTC
Amethyst dew drop
Eyelash down
Full lip up-turned
Pink, glossy, round
Glitzy green sheen
On my half moon lid
Prism bright stud
Like the Luxor crown
Slightly levitating
Pierced, royal, proud
Skin luminating
Glowing from within
Golden, honey, brown sugar
Streams of gold and brown
I dance like a moonbeam
I dance like the sun
I dance like a star in flight
I dance on the run
I won't let a single man
Take this glow from me
He did it once
He did it twice
Three times
Shame on me
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC
Your clock’s ticking
Tocking as your reign nears its end
Telling you to give it up for a positive existence
Or is this act in your nature?
Living your life in solitary solitude
Because you can’t go out in public
Is your megalomaniacal lifestyle that appealing,
That alluring to you?
Will you ever give it up
And end your shadowy existence?
Because your shadow is luminous
In the dark alley, luminating.
Tomorrow will be your end
I’m sick and tired of searching
For your sorry ***
I hope when you’re in solitude
Within those prison walls
You do nothing but curl up
Just like a sleeping cat
For hours on end.
The countdown on your clock
Your watch
Your life
Has hit zero…
Do you feel accomplished?
February 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012 at 10:50 PM UTC
Dream of life,
A shell of a man,
Walk the world,
A zombie.
Frightened as a cyclopes,
With two eyes,
Making a statement,
For all mankind.
God's little creatures,
Drinking the forest,
Through their feet,
And olde cartoons.
The sands of time,
From the hourglass,
Drain through the,
Hands of the chieftain.
Demons in the fog,
Their smiles luminating,
And made of corpses.
With no where to run,
And no where to hide,
Many people can't explain,
The knife in their hand.
Drained from their lifeless,
And made to dance,
With no sense of,
Remorse towards it.
Nobody tells you how,
Nobody tells you why,
In the wind,
Fish swim in magma,
And frogs have sequence.
They laugh at the chaos,
Hope for the return,
Of their master,
The drained man.
With no emotion,
After a date with,
His drained life.
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 10:46 PM UTC
Hatred replaced the beating
The violent vibrations hollowed
Once lush and lively places
Carved in feelings I cannot understand
Conflicting with virtues
Asking what is the right thing
Introspection reveals the fear
Of the shameful devil in the mirror
Transformed from the wickedness
Which has grown wild and cruel
Bloom these demon eyes
Luminating into the might with pride.
Beckon down deep, the cold echoes
An evil mind holds the truth
Toxic lifeblood eroded away
The former, the King of Beast in my stay
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 10:41 AM UTC
Red is the fire within
that burns my insides,
and the flames lick the wounds on my soul.
I feel the blood boiling under my skin.
Orange is the soft glow
that warms my walls,
luminating from the candle in my window.
I count the flickers that lull me to sleep.
Yellow reminds me of the flowers rising
from my father's garden back home-
rising higher, higher, so high.
Rising to meet the sun in spring.
Green...
The land I call home,
where my heart longs to be
and my ancestors wait for me.
Blue is the enchanting color
that engulfs the pupils staring my way.
Yours are the eyes lovely
that keep me anchored here longer.
Indigo was the sky I wrote this under.
Have you noticed my pattern yet?
Surely the title gave it away,
so you must know there is yet one more color.
To conclude, there is violet.
However my life is not over, neither is my rainbow.
I have many more memories to make,
people to meet and help me grow,
chances to take...
So until then, violet shall wait-
and I can't wait to write it.
Someday I will finish my rainbow.
Someday I will find my violet.
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC
Four wood legs below me reinforce my rear
The suns rays sear off of this white haze called snow
A glum graveyard of brown surrounds my whole home
Two filthy cigarette butts are staring me in the eye
Like a cats eyes luminating in the middle of the night
And I’m wondering why I wonder these thoughts.
**** its hard to caress all the thoughts I possess.
Broken from bewilderment by a lone gray hare
I scared it and it scattered up the short, steep hill.
*Walks inside because the frost is nippin’ his nose
I just need something new to twist up my life,
But every time something comes even close
Imagination defeats reality and all hope is lost.
Trying to find even the slightest bit of hope
Is like picking hope out of a crowd of pick-it signs
Nearly impossible, but the sign is still out there.
Suddenly reminded of the graveyard of brown outside
I recall glancing at a row of three green pine trees
And realize, they keep life all year round
Even when times have grown cold
And fellow friends have lost life.
Knowing they will survive
They strive to keep hope.
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 1:39 PM UTC
I love space
If that isn't obvious
By now
It's magical
The constellations
The stars
The vastness
The beauty
I love space
It reminds me of you
Constellations
Remind me
Of the freckles
Dappled across
Your porcelain-like skin
Planets
Such as Neptune or Uranus
The captivating blue
Reminds me
Of your bewitching eyes
Stars
Remind me
Of you
Radiant and glimmering
Luminating the darkest hours
When I need it
Most
You're my stargirl
Brightening up my night
With your glimmer and shine
I love space
It reminds me of you
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 3:08 AM UTC
Here i am
Legs hanging from top
Wind is blowing fast
Its hard, with all the hair
In my eyes, intruding my beautiful sight
Imagining a sky
A little yellow and red
with a background of white
In the centre lies a star
Brightest of all, Circular in form
Luminating us all
But there’s still something odd
There’s a fear that evolve
What i am?
What if i can’t?
What i am here for?
Is this all?
To this
I smile with a clutching eye
Holding my fear inside
Waiting for someone to rely
Someone with similar cry
Someone who is also building a sky
Day after Day
I try, to build a better sky
With all the birds that fly
With all the shades that glide
But the fear still slides
Ruining my beautiful sight
(Like a hair in eye)
One day
I saw someone
Wondering with his neck raised a little
Smiling with the clutching eyes
Nodding like, something isn’t right
I said,”Excuse-me”
Is it “A little yellow and red, with a background of white.”
He said “its just, A golden sky full of flying life.”
I laughed and
Held his hand
Brought him, where is stand
With our legs hanging from top
Wind blows with a different odour
There’s no more intrusion in my vision
We stand at top
He created the golden sky
Full of flying life
I created a fallen star
Circular in form
Sinking in the west
It is the best
We looked at eachother’s face
And smiled our best
There were no more fears,
no more nodding’s of head
Its Just us and Our sunset
Holding hands and talking
How it really felt,How we can
How it matters , what we can?
Here i am
With a coffee in my hand
Watching the sunset
With the wind in my face
Hair in my eyes
Thinking what it really can
If there’s someone to hold my hand
And walk me through sand
Sharing his sunset
With what he can.
Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 3:00 AM UTC
For the Moon
..and the night sky was bright without a sharp glare...
The 5 pointed stars were uncountable-
Glowing, beaming,
The Moon's radiance touched your heart-
Effulgent, calming, unspeckled,
Mesmerizing like none other,
Allowing your soul-
to remember its source.
You could gaze upon the sky and
have all your questions answered,
You become brave,
willing for the next phase-
Knowing that Mā would always be your guiding light.
Her water alone sustains you
And sprouts green tulasi to energize you
She keeps you grounded
Yet lets you soar without any wings
Use your imagination-
For She always believes
in your word Of Pure Intentions and
Lets you exercise control of your own
Wishing that all her offspring awaken
Waiting For them to stop dreaming-
...They had sunken-
Deeper and deeper in the illusion
Enticed by temporary pleasures;
-Of the eye that seeks to admire it all,
Forgetting to watch their step upcoming
-Of the tongue that wishes to taste it all,
Forgetting the one taste above them all
-Of the skin that wishes to feel it all,
Forgetting the hands meant for nurturing
-Of the ear that wishes to hear rhythm , Forgetting to listen
To the sounds of existence
-Of the lips that wish to express emotion
Forgetting to speak
With only tender affection
-Of the nostrils that wish to enjoy fumes
Forgetting the air, like water
must be odorless and tasteless,
without colour.
The offsprings,
Are Buried by the pleasures-
Yet like all our mothers-
Mā patiently awaits
The day we call for her,
Mā? Māma Māā
Her children cry
And Mā comes by our side,
Telling us,
Everything will be alright.
You were just experiencing
Your self-created nightmares,
Now wipe your tears and
Let me show me,
What plane you really exist on.
There, there my child,
ALL will be well-
The Clear Waters are flowing forever,
The Square Blue sky remains permanent,
The Green valleys are stretched endlessly,
Many are still unseen,
Your souls are infinitely bound to me,
Your Mā is Divine , Eternal and Free
You are borne from Her
therefore, so are thee.
Air, Water, Earth- are Infinite.
But Every fire does out,
Every flame burns and destroys-
The Red is fierce and blinding.
The white is calm and Luminating.
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 7:04 PM UTC
Not by your GPA
Or what others say
For you are far more
Than what some people see
Measure your worth
In the number of smiles you’ve caused
The way that you light up the world
Luminating the darkness
Turning sad nights
Into the most beautiful day
And I know it may mean nothing
To read this from your screen
I just wanted you to know
That you are
more important
Than you yourself believe
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 12:29 AM UTC
Beautiful white gown
and her eyes,
they shone like diamonds.
Light blue crystals in her hair.
So beautiful. Oh, so beautiful.
Her skin as dark as copper
luminating blood,
trickling down her lips.
Subtle glorious marks on her arms
from the tied rope,
keeping her to the chair.
Oh, how beautiful
the glittering tears on her cheeks
and reflecting in her eyes,
the light blue crystals in her hair.
I'm so intoxicated
by that perfume,
on the hollow of her neck
and collar bone.
I let her know,
"I remember this fragrance.
from your showers at dawn."
The solace I find,
in the echoes of her scream.
As I draw my knife,
"Shhh, baby it's just a tool."
Her beautiful white gown,
now a vibrant shade of red.
So beautiful.
Oh, so beautiful.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 5:35 PM UTC
At once, the world was
Filled with happiness
And light, luminating
Then slowly
But quickly, the world was
Drowned in sorrow
And darkness, sickening
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 12:04 PM UTC
desire pulses from my fingertips
slowly finding its way down my spine
the rays of a luminating sun above me
leaps and dances upon my poised hand
that inches forward to the menacing thorns
protruding from the sweet illusion of roses
roses, they are just so wicked yet lovely
its sweet enthralling scent draws you in
and you are inevitably its prisoner
reveling in the suffering and torment
but this quiet misery means nothing
for my fingertips will continue their lusting
to experience the true pain of beauty
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 12:43 AM UTC