"magnetizes" poems
Summoning a Spring time synchronicity
The Goddess Archetype
Submitting at nature's feet
Resonating the ground
Shaking the Earth for the divine crown
To grace me with her presence
She'll embrace my transgressions
Wrapped around and tethered out
from my sacral region
My Princess almost got you beat
But she was always in another castle
Leaving notes
warning me of the ghosts
that'll chase me down when I'm distracted
It was always about the journey
so she left me with the gift of permanent flight
My imagination took it and ran with it
To the ascensions
The haunting happenstance
of the girl of my dreams
Teetering on the edge of sleep
We met halfway at fatigue
Waking up on the shores of her subconscious
Or was it mine?
Here's to shared consciousness
Pouring my heart out
into an empty glass house
Half-filled after I built it for her
The rest of the emptiness subsides
She found safety here
So she locked her totem away
Replacing her sanity
with a vacancy sign
A simple idea planted
but never manifested
Until it tore her soul out
It was her on the ledge of some building
begging me to jump with her
Shared freefall
Like we're still dreaming to wake up
and let reality's lie wash over us
She's slipping
She's caught up in mystery
There was always something about her
The way of the cliche and how it magnetizes
Pulling my insides out
Projecting my other half.
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 5:40 PM UTC
Velocity of the heart,
cannot be constant,
when you are near by.
Acceleration accentuates
every second spent staring
into the bright, glittering
galaxies called your eyes.
Your radiation excites
and magnetizes while
painting rainbows onto eyes.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 12:01 AM UTC
Your Love - or any thought
Containing you, thereof -
Mesmerizes, magnetizes,
The hungry ghosts inside of us.
Perception slip; a CD skip;
A fall into a big ball pit--
(The reasons I can't take a hit);
Leaves me leaving life;
Walking on the ice;
Using sugar spice,
Swallow my advice:
The little lies that we conceive,
The little girl-type fantasies,
Can make us buckle at the knees,
Discovering it's all diseased.
Are we dreaming? Third eye screaming.
I will myself to find us meeting.
Lock the door; the key, not needing.
The events preceding passion feeding.
Alas - it's passed.
Big girls learn real world lessons -
No beguiling oneself through an external essence.
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC
How pretentious are we
This preternatural attraction
Magnetizes you and I, like gravity
It's surprising that we never rise
Still I recall the first time that you fell
We held hands and laughed
While centuries have come and gone
You said, what's past is past
But what's past has yet to pass away
So we pretend that nothing’s changed
While for thousand of years
We like to pretend we've remained the same
There was a time when all writing
Was considered a manifestation of the divine
And now it seems like anyone can write copy
And it makes me wonder out loud
Is it only grammar that appeals to you
Is it syntax that takes you to heaven
Are you aroused by proper punctuation
Its frightening to know what turns people on these days
And I am alarmed at the lack of literacy portrayed
Yet a common mistake is to assume its due to ignorance
And not a lack of virtue, that keeps it all this way
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 4:49 PM UTC
*willingness may
appear in the next space
as if she'd never left
but always breathing*
any moment soon
still too far from sky or scent
mind runs where when I look
too fast to light to land
perhaps a stance
a choice
a body curve
a wish
a prayer
***for she is camouflaged beneath resistance
she whose passion overflows
she who magnetizes
she who aligns
who embodies
all is well***
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 8:20 AM UTC
1. your mother asks you to
make her breakfast
2. she has lived your life
two and a half times over
she knows everything about the world
and you know nothing
is what she tells you
when she is bending you backward with her voice
when she is loud and searing and immediate
an avalanche woman bringing boulders
to her feet
3. your mother takes up space
she attracts
she magnetizes
you are fighting your way out of her orbit
but it is hard
you perform elliptical rotations
around her and count the seconds
between your words and her rage
it is a bittersweet spectacle
beautiful in its torment
like watching a dying star absorb itself:
this huge white brilliance, this ricocheting sound,
the tears there is no gravity
to catch
4. you look at your mother
the way she mirrors you in reverse
her laugh is your laugh
but not your laugh
her hair hits her left collarbone
the way yours does your right
her pain is blue like yours
but hers is navy and yours looks like a blue iris
when light cuts through it
like the eyes of T.J. Eckleburg
surveying you as you excavate your feelings
all-knowing in their grief
5. your mother is you and she is not-you
so peel the grapefruit and cut it in half
plate the eggs
bring it all to her with coffee
the way she likes it
cream, no sugar
6. forgive her
even though
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 12:38 AM UTC
The pallid face
magnetizes its welter...
as the colonnade
strums the space
between the person
taken.
Colonnade of persons...
eidolon's waft of
necessitated phenomena.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
I'm dragging
all I know how to write is sadness,
and I want to let you know that isn't all I've got
I want so hard to prove that what you see isn't all you get
that the mess that I am has a sheen underneath.
Your voice breathes life into me,
I want to take you with me to the end of my journey,
but to claim to own a spirit as wild and free as yours
would be to clip a rose, to give it thorns.
When my heart is on fire and I follow the smoke signals
it only ever serves to lead me back to you.
And we're both stepping stones,
but I hope that I can run with you as long as we've got time,
I want to fight beside you as long as there's a war to be won,
to pen your story for the world,
to grasp in these clumsy fingers the will o' wisp that guides me,
time and time again back to your eyes.
The echoes of the universe draw me close to you,
I'm hopeless, and I've ever been.
I feel the distance as cuts in my heart
Your touch magnetizes my soul
how I ever went without you, I'll never know.
So curse me with all you've got,
strike me down for generations,
so I'll be by your side through time,
and I can live to give you everything.
Bit by bit, lifetime by lifetime,
I will always find you, again and again
and we will dance,
and I will learn to write joy, year after year
now that I'm flying.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 6:58 AM UTC
I've got to get good with electricity.
its coursing through me.
I am a novice in self awareness,
generating waves that are
confirming all of this.
Yes, I see it, too.
as I went to part with you
our fields got the clue.
sent me right back to you.
directly at your feet,
prepared to serve the needs
of my time.
regardless of me. my perspective
still too slim, tunneled, weak.
needing still more energy to charge.
interesting balance, me and peace.
for me, peace is in the trees,
free.
the call is too deep…
coursing, electrically,
forcing focus externally,
temporarily, while the energy
surges, magnetizes
and revitalizes the mass around me.
temporarily though, because my feet need to be free.
of attachment to now, to me, even to peace.
the free of the breeze, moving
when and where I please.
theres open country waiting for me…I must sing my song.
rebels music,
the vibrations of the tongue.
all night long I call to you,
and too at the break of dawn,
you stir within my spine
demand me to sit up straight and
do the work.
the words start to bleed, I will be free...
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 1:41 AM UTC
I must trust that
Every flaw is a blessing
And with each set of imperfections
There will also be a set of advantages,
It’s the process of efflorescence
That creates such a painful dichotomy;
Blossoming is like an upward spiral of refinement
Extricating iniquity, thereby, heralding excellency.
The ego is a feeble sense of self-identification;
Therefore, I must aim higher,
Or aim to fail instead.
If forsooth, I fail to aim,
I will
Inherit
Defeat by default
(Witherance in its wake).
Words become a lost art
In my odyssey; Without integrity,
The highest divine is futility.
Of Truth in this heart of mine
Acquisition always lies in action,
Motion creates energy
And energy is limitlessness
In what it creates & magnetizes.
When the static rises
I will relinquish my fears
Unto the Deific Divine,
All that quakes my heart,
All that thunders,
What Makes this Mind’s Sky tremulous
Shall be purged & undone
By the Holy Dove.
We all become deluged by darkness
& vexation, at these exhalations
Oblivion seems legion,
We lose our ability to hear
The voice within;
Yet, these oracular undulations,
Are our beckoning The Empyrean
For salvation.
Believe in The Arbiter Of Fates,
Fathom that His fatidic waves
Augur redemption to those
Iniquitously ordained; enclaved,
In the Visage of Shadows
You will come to know
The inviolable promise, that sacrosanct oath
Of aeonic, sempiternal, everlasting love.
(Se' lah)
May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 7:11 PM UTC
And I know that you don't know,
That I know you.
And I didn't know that I'll say this,
But tonight I wish upon the stars for you.
I wish the moon to grant me you.
And I know that you'll never know,
That I'm writing for you.
Because when I see you,
I don't believe my eyes,
I don't believe a sight could ever be so mesmerizing.
What are you hiding?
And I know that you don't know,
Your smile hypnotizes me,
You laugh magnetizes my gaze at you.
And I didn't know that I'll say this,
But today I ask the skies above
I ask the God above to see you.
And I know that you'll never know
That I'm writing for you.
Because when i see you,
I don't believe my eyes,
I don't believe a sight could ever be so bewitching.
What are you feeling?
And I know that you don't know,
That your words captivate me,
Whatever you say just makes me day.
And I didn't know that I'll say this,
But now I want to step on the land you step,
Drink the water you drink,
Do whatever you say,
Go wherever you tell,
I know this sounds like a fool,
But trust me, I am not one.
And I know that you'll never know,
That I'm writing for you.
Because I am in love,
In love with you,
And it is hard to tell,
What is the reason though.
And when I look at you,
My heart beats and beats,
And repeats and repeats,
Your Name.
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC
there was one day he was dreaming
perched on his ledge
remembering his father, the panther
and then
he was
falling
he doesn't sleep there anymore
he chooses the sun
the way the light soaks into the linoleum
the way his darkness magnetizes
to draw the warmth in
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 11:35 PM UTC