"materialises" poems
Ever catch yourself
caught between
the light and dark?
Has the stark contrast
blinded you, both
from lack of
and abundance of
luminescence.
Ever rounded a night corner
and prayed that the road
materialises beyond you;
that it follows the path
the very way you
imagine it?
And have you ever felt utterly ALIVE in that
frantic millisecond of uncertainty?
I have.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 11:23 AM UTC
For Clemmie.
Long sand roads lead
to excitements with buckets and worn spades
crafting barriers to keep the sea away.
*With baskets and cotton swimwear
we’d look into the eyes of each other,
lie next to each other,
be with one another.*
For men will never drop the need to protect,
nest in the trees and wait for the seas:
the seas that’ll sweep up and rise in your lifetime and,
when they begin, no sewn sort branches will
save you from the swell.
*Picnics made from grocery store vegetables,
ripened peppers flown in from
the greater somewhere.*
Take to the skies, you’ll ask those in the know,
but they’re out of ideas before an answer materialises and is known and
snow won’t fall no more, just ice for our sidewalk commutes,
lovely and unfilled;
it’ll take a large span of time for a man to build a sand barrier worthy of note and fame.
*You take me back 63 years
every time I look at you.*
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 2:45 PM UTC
15 June:
“...its half way in a morning that glistens with slow reminiscences from last night. We find ourselves a respite for the hour, an oasis of sweet temper and our favourite elixir. We sit at the burdened edge; separated by transparency from passing furies; watching with rapt attention and fascination the range of creation displayed before us...We hunt down todays metaphors on clean pages; virginal expanses that congregate with a sublime notion of the art; death; logic; lust and wonder...we span serial glyphs across our vision to prevent a dissolving into the expanse before us; forming borders; signs; structures...Only to be de-constructed again and again; time dissolving; seconds inverting the quantum flux as HereNow paints the Tao over the moment...nothing-everything...we blink in and out; existence define by our presence; the reason and the way forward...delicately; smoothly; succinctly; we pick out secrets from between our worlds; Heartblood squeezed from the cries of angels; the force of supernovas; the very point of transition...again and again the universe spins us. A point – transition-how we create. This secret way. Again and again we play the Fool...again and again we play the Wizard. The tattooed skull of Intimacy grins from the ink on our backs...”
21.8.2010
“...Sunday materialises. Its a smouldering glance across the smoky eternity of a crowded room. A lost sonata barely recognised on faded parchment dusty in a forgotten draw. Its the breeze in the wake of an angels wing. The seconds chip away; each tick a foreign language, the dissonance of grace. We're sitting, hidden, in plain sight, a wayward stop-over; a cafe somewhere on the edge of reason, but the coffees good and the service fast. We watch the people; reading signs and portents in the oblivious expressions; each grin and scowl, each glance, each distant look a codex of requite dreams; a subtle picture puzzle colouring destiny’s reverie. We join the dots. The music over the cafes soundsystem; beats with inevitable consequence. We feel deep into the heart of Journey and Moment...”
Jun 17, 2010
Jun 17, 2010 at 8:33 AM UTC
Your name materialises
From words
Books, adverts, signs
Primed to see you
Superfluous letters fade from my perception
And leave the important few
Yours
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 5:49 PM UTC
Satisfaction lingers
The inherent bliss that warms
The buried fears that flounder,
The abolishment of qualms
The radiant glow materialises
Substantiating to a path
Hop onto the luminescence
Guiding you to your guard
I am a container
A crystalline beaker fills me to the brim
With affection in a golden hue
The amber nectar seeping in abundance
As a tap leeches my soul, my mere essence sways
As I bleed and stand on crystal shards
An empty vessel yields no spirit
From the empty barrel that remains
For a heart devoid of soul would not
Display nor muster
I am the light that dissipates
Yet the darkness brought me back
It does not leave me alone
Why does it clamp itself to my back
Get it off
Get it off me
GET. IT. OFF. ME!
It does not leave me alone
It does not leave me alone
It does not leave me alone
It does not leave me alone
It
does
not
leave
It doesn't...
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 6:55 PM UTC
I circle around the halo
That stirs what lies below.
Spinning now
Only excess
materialises in belief form.
What is it about the chimera you construct
For those that don’t exist?
Gasping and grasping on
Slivers from a murdered past
You insist on perfecting gems in souls
Where there are none.
Let it rest my friend … or not
For the fury of Zenobia
Is still lighting
What remains of your life
And mine.
Aug 6, 2019
Aug 6, 2019 at 6:46 PM UTC
The joy of losing, the pain of having
The peace in denial, the wrath of acceptance
The meaning is in the depth of confusion
Paved with pretence and bad action
How do you know when its real?
The echoes that never come to
Loud in my thought- almost in my grasp,
but never materialises
The meaning is in the depth of confusion
Thoughts unseen manifests in character felt
How do you know when your mind is playing tricks on you?
Lips express desire
Heart is non committal
The hope that promises tomorrow,
vanishes before the break of dawn
The meaning is in the depth of confusion
Light in darkness is pure truth
How do you know when its sincere?
The truth isn’t as pretty as the smiles
Shallow expressions embraced to the core
Pain in a distance- approaching at a pace controlled by guilt and shame
The meaning is in the depth of confusion
The heart is decisive
How do you know you found the one?
I want you, I don’t need you
The heart that causes pain, dies in pain
Betrayal is inevitable
Truth compromised anchors our hope
Pain lies with you in a bed of love, covered by uncertainty and indecisions
The meaning is in the depth of confusion
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 6:43 PM UTC
i need to stop seeing you in my dreams, but it feels like the only way i can have that is if i stop dreaming -
completely.
how do you build a wall where imagination and reality coalesce
where the smoke materialises, but fades away
drawing the line between everything and nothing at all.
i want to backspace every moment that happened
rewrite every line of our story,
but i always get as far as that one chapter and then it
hurts too much to delete.
i am still bound.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 1:44 AM UTC
Anger
Is a kind
Of pen.
We
Keep it
In our pockets.
In hot
places
It splotches
and materialises
On the shirts.
Not all
But we too
Despise
The defected clothes.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
Outside, on windowpanes
the passionate crows
tap their beaks
till their hope is exhausted,
a lonely figure,
in the glass, materialises,
and they, lost in its greatness,
daily wait and think
it will open its wings to see them.
who will tell them
shadows are beautiful rainbows
but never they can wear an image that
will smudge their covert wounds, bleeding.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
you are more or less what you desire
way before it materialises in sold form
and even then desire will lead you on
so keep checking that compass
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 10:01 AM UTC
I am, as a philosopher, interested in all things and guilty of a charge if it causing involuntary thoughts leading to indepth discussion and unfathomable parallells, materialises;
But none, more so than you.
x
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 4:22 PM UTC