"menaced" poems
driven at night ive seen sights that make life look less like leisure,
and more like self harm for group super pleasure,
your not at the edge of this,
unless you get that sub-dom affection looking like special effects,
I accelerate slow, park, put on the the light, around a quarter to four.
she tapped her nail , amplified by the glass,
a note smeared the window misting, she stared over my coffee flask, intimately into my cocked submission,
her emaciated wrist has this diamond bracelet, it's shaking, as she points directions beyond restaurants and offices,
one too many cocktails slipped by this ruling consciousness,
now she invites in my taunts of a 30ish nihilist, "shh, just drive us".
snorting coke off the plastic payment dish,
using the twenty shes paying me with,
hooked up to my rhythm,
nobody is left not menaced, in a rolling evolution into avarice,
isn't the skyline marvelous,
the ad-hoc sprawl, minerals raw,
rear view see her chewing her face off,
directions useless, i'll let you out here, I believe you,
wave the fair, but leave the door, i need the air.
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 6:21 AM UTC
Inconclusive patterns
Form indented regularity
In flowing drifts
A panoply of tropical orchids
In my mind
A menaced distortion
Straining forward
Like an isolated image
In an old photograph album
Disclosing only the fragments
Of an insoluble puzzle
Its atmospherics of frequency
Disturbs me somewhat
It is identical to hidden speech
Or the resistance to time
Of exclamatory reminders
Of forward motion
That momentarily fascinates
Then falls through a hole
In a central vortex of vision
This is the architectonics
Of a thought
That can never be articulated
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 11:38 AM UTC
my paris begins with
those early days
as a conscious flaneur
i recall the couple
seated opposite me
on the metro
when i was still innocent
of its labyrinthine complexity
slim pretty white girl
clad head to toe in denim
smiling wistfully
while her muscular black beau
stared through me
with fathomless orbs
and one of them spoke
almost in a whisper
qu'est-ce-que t'en pense
and it dawned on me
yes the young parisienne
with the distant desirous eyes
was no less male than me
dismal movies
in the forum des halles
being screamed at in pigalle
and then howled at again
by some kind of madman
or vagrant who told me
to go to the bois de boulogne
to meet what he saw
as my destiny
menaced
by a sinister skinhead
for trying on tessa's
wide-brimmed hat
getting ****** in les halles
with sara
who'd just seen
dillon as rusty james
and was walking in a daze
sara again with jade
at the caveau
de la huchette jazz cellar
cash squandered
on a gold tootbrush
two tone shoes
from close by
to the place d'italie
portrait sketched
at the place du tertre
paperback books
by symbolist poets
but second hand volumes
by trakl and deleve
and a leather jacket
from the marche aux puces
porte de clignancourt
losing gary's address
scrawled on a page
of musset's confession
walking the length
and breadth of the rue st denis,
what an artist's paradise
(as juliette once wrote me).
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 7:23 AM UTC
Brothers share one life
menaced by the great bull's horns
they are sons of Zeus
together they run
forever in the night sky
Castor and Pullox
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC
May I just say.
It feels quite peaceful to be this delighted.
The way you make me feel.
It is so wonderful to be with you.
I feel more accepted for who I am,
Isn't that how someone would want to feel?
You make me feel accepted
for what's happened in my life,
the good and bad.
I'm quite thrilled to call you mine,
to call you my boyfriend.
I feel comfortable to be around you and with you,
there hasn't been a time where you have ever made me feel uncomfortable in any situation.
Can I just say,
It is ridiculous how jubilant you make me.
You always have me smiling from ear to ear.
Just looking at you, makes me
smile like crazy, it's kind of ridiculous.
I've never felt so,
satisfied in my life before.
When I'm with you I feel more,
Confident in myself, confident in us.
I feel energetic in all the stuff that we do together.
You make me feel pleased.
You make me feel so calm and relaxed around you.
I feel reliable in you and I.
I feel so interested in you and the way you do things.
You make me feel affectionate.
You make me feel so eager to the next time I see you.
I feel anxious with you.
You make me feel so hopeful in everything now.
You make me feel good about a lot of things.
You give me good feelings, they're really special feelings.
It's nice how you haven't ever made me feel,
Lifeless,
menaced,
and unhappy.
You're the best thing that has came into my life.
You managed to turn everything around,
when everything was all horrible.
My feelings for you grow each time we speak,
each time we see each other,
each time we kiss.
I think it's so cute and adorable when you kiss my cheek or my forehead.
I'd do the same to you but I don't want it to be weird if I were too.
I love everything about you,
your taste in music is amazing,
you are so sweet,
kind and caring,
I love how you will open doors and let me go first,
even though I think you deserve to go first at times,
I love how you don't mind to go see movies together
or to go out to get something to eat,
I love how you don't mind paying for things for me.
And one day, I will return the favor over to you.
I'll take you out to places,
pay for your things,
just like you have done for me,
and how you do for me.
I really like you.
I like you a lot, actually.
I hope you stay with me no matter how difficult things can get,
or how difficult things will get at times.
You make me so happy,
I hope I make you happy
like you make me.
I'd say you're quiet the gentleman for me.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 4:25 AM UTC
Through the laden flights of pot-stewed gulls -
Deepening in red rosaries to poltroon,
Contaminated by an urgent wish,
The sun-soaked merry bandits blew.
Each to each, and, mingling with that sweaty palm,
Dolorous eyes sad-greeted the fleeing dawn.
Pancreas then, the earth-girdled Titan swam,
Anon the rising tide to stem.
Dentist the night, repair to dance-floored beams,
And rising melodiously ever anew to pine,
Sweet ***** dreaming of her saw-toothed chemise
Saw the fine end to the upstart king.
Curtains swayed against my pearly doom
Not brightly was your plainting song
Palpitating in earthly measures anew
Or seeking once more the mighty to appease.
O David, in thy glance the silver moth did live
Long dawns. An enemy of the swordfish,
He menaced us so long. And now?
Sporadic is the demise of depth!
A silver sea, or rather a sea with a fine multitude of
silver points
Caressing my eyes like toothless counterpoint to the
stately blue.
It gave a floor to a weening being of prancing gait and
measured thighs.
She smiled.
And the sea broke and roared, as ever,
and I heard it once more.
I saw too the sky, which had sufficient blue.
Cooled by the sea,
warmed by the setting rays and mild air, the body
luxuriated in perfect
temperature. She did not smile, but perhaps she did..
My body, I mean.
We came away, from there, as from all places to meet
another need.
of darkness and quiet. Foamed the elements of slaking
portions of
mysterious
substance. Surrendered to the moving body without
real life.
Borne along on a
stream of liquid desire residing in another's
breast.
Relinquishing her to a
perfect nothingness like lead or caviare.
Oh, and who awaited me? She was imprisoned
but beautiful
and I thought
quite happy. I don't think she even wanted to come
to me,
or so it seemed. But she was happier too outside,
in the waning sun.
Mainly she had been safe and free.
And there's an end of this day, which roamed
whither it would,
for I did not attempt to chain it. Now I flee it.
Apr 7, 2012
Apr 7, 2012 at 3:55 AM UTC
They must not hear of
things that have gone on,
under this roof,
during these hours,
they would scream at the top of their lungs,
You do not want to know,
pressing intentions
why his waist bulges over his belt,
why his face is so red,
a murky sky,
eyes slits in ebony stone.
she is gone,
someone must know why,
others are left to guess and to gossip,
hens clucking,
you must not know,
what they whisper with thickened tongues,
There is a kind of pride,
in being the one that sees and knows,
nervous,
menaced by petty stimulants,
Events become like a sepsis,
webbed,
sickness multiplying,
years kind pass like temporary paralysis,
fear is a currency,
sometimes.
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 11:28 AM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, my heart aches for the wounds:\
is it when a matter is in the faults???
the puts of the words and the spits of the secrets
moon I swore the hells to I would never say loud
it's like the repressed in her
in her stashes
her hidden ashes dancing in the rests
fearing of the miss
of the outs of the mists
too much of bliss or not
deprivation an official ****
when my chest aches
blessed with the silence
cursed with those disgusting chaos of a waste
transforms to the addicting
an incredulous taste
menaced to me on her fazes she spills
psychotic on the egos what is this???
drown me in an ocean of misery
won't matter as much of the mockery
------ravenfeels
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 4:45 PM UTC
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Of Death I try to think like this—
The Well in which they lay us
Is but the Likeness of the Brook
That menaced not to slay us,
But to invite by that Dismay
Which is the Zest of sweetness
To the same Flower Hesperian,
Decoying but to greet us—
I do remember when a Child
With bolder Playmates straying
To where a Brook that seemed a Sea
Withheld us by its roaring
From just the Purple Flower beyond
Until constrained to clutch it
If Doom itself were the result,
The boldest leaped, and clutched it—
1.4k
I am from my grandmother,who snuck out of the house to smoke camel non-filtered
I am from the middle of nowhere, not far from town.
I am from the pine tree with a water hose tied on it, where I imagined I was Indiana Jones.
I am from the woods, where the cicadas sang at night.
I am from the kudzu that blanketed the trees and menaced the garden.
I am from the apple trees in the front yard, whose fruit never turned red.
I am from the middle of nowhere, not far from town.
I am from my grandfather’s plaid pockets, where he would pull out suckers.
I am from my father’s mustang that i crashed into the driveway.
I am from my great-grandfather’s picture, proudly displayed on the wooden mantle.
I am from my grandmother’s bible stories, in the back bedroom where she read every night.
I am from the middle of nowhere, not far from town.
I am from Highway 494, where the trees were leveled to build subdivisions.
I am from the soft red clay and moist brown earth of the backyard.
I am from the moonlight I could see from the top of my house late at night.
I am from the sweltering heat and uncut grass in the front yard.
I am from the middle of nowhere, not far from town.
I am from the small cemetary past the corner store, where my grandfather lies next to my grandmother,
and my father next to her.
I am from Uptown New Orleans, where my daughter learns her A.B.C’s in the back bedroom
where she prays every night
I am from the brown bag from the Shell station that i fill with suckers, and sneak to her when her mom isn’t watching.
I am from the picture of us dancing at a music festival, her on my shoulders, displayed proudly on the wooden mantle.
I am not from from anywhere, in the middle of town
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 1:07 AM UTC
He walked briskly into a dull light
A soreness on the bridge of he and his being
Strength and Grace has left the eyes
And a long locked up flame is menaced by the cold
Leather hangs from the ghostly gladiator
Sacredness fumbling into degradation
A peaceful generation takes the younger duty
And washes away this beastly frame
His heart was drowned by the greyness
No more a beautiful engine
The dawn is taken
A darkened robbery
This struggling old guard
Forged with secrets behind the eyes
A final humble word
And a mind is done tonight
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
Arrest! Arrest! The menace menaced me again! A slick thin criminal hasty in the night! Here it is! Here it is! A drama at last! News! News! A crime! A love story! A betrayal! See it here! See it large! He burnt the very image in my brain! Proof! Proof! Evidence at last! Delusions, that are sane! Stop now! Stop here! No more! I'm caving in! Fold! I fold! No more bets! No more bets! The winners here! The winners here! A thousand hours or more and the winners here! Oh a tragic loss! A loss! Pull out your cameras! A loss! A steal! A crime! Arrest! Arrest! The menace menaced me again!
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 10:28 AM UTC
Menaced by a triumphant chanting of lament
Entrancing the soul of Hades’ kin
Missed eruptions of the sensory nerves
Onomatopoeic of hollow gongs
Resonating, maimed through the indescribable facets of
Your forgotten youth.
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 5:32 AM UTC
War decried
Throttling battle
Survival paper thin
World order menaced
by a tyrant
Ukraines 'will' stands tall
Feb 25, 2022
Feb 25, 2022 at 4:19 PM UTC
black storms rage in his eyes
fierce, frightening dust devils
making silent apocalyptic statements
while searching for identity
recording the sound of color
black, white, red, green, blue
experiencing a drift of thought
as if floating in a dream
menaced suddenly by vowels
distorted, disconnected in delirium
he perceives a frequency in the air
like disturbed hidden speech
or a dream that cannot find
its alternative
and whose function it is
to study drug wasted features
of a skeletal torso
or to recall the unrelieved
immobility of time and place
to write the color of sound
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 5:22 PM UTC
Magic memories, Sweet, of you
Who swam with me in oceans, blue.
Swam in deep green grottos warm
Where minnows, brightly painted, swarmed.
We plunged down, deep, to coral beds
To sway with tidal seaweed, red
And conger eels’ ferocious teethed
Now bared… then recoiled back to reef.
Squads of barracuda dashed
Around us, close, in silver flash,
Threatening with long gnashing teeth
Invoking stone cold fear, bequeathed.
Yet hovering, in deep crystal clear
Enraptured and entranced, endeared,
As giant kelp in columns, swayed
And stingrays in battalions, played.
Long grey shark then menaced bye
Ogling us with plate sized eye.
Time, I thought, to swim for shore
Where hot white sands… enticed us more.
M.
Great Barrier Reef
January 1968
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 4:49 AM UTC
Just raw money I gather from this job
Though mirthfulness is not depraved quite yet
I still face fear in the face of the mob
The clouds seem darker once this job is set
The menaced eyes parading me around
This only leads me to be successful
And while I can't say I have higher ground
Thus far, it's not having been so stressful.
The mob comes flocking in at crack of dawn
Awaiting for the food they seek that day
They always bite the hand that feeds them, brawn
I haven't cared enough to go away
Yes, giving food to them can be quite hard
But it at least beats not being a bard
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 8:55 PM UTC
Love, given over to stone,
Encoffinated warmth of sun,
Shielded from the prickled infiltrations
Of a many-menaced world.
But here we live too with porous beauty,
Here we kneel with bulwark of shoulders,
Then fall without a twitch to the wind.
Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 11:12 AM UTC
There's the morning.
eggs coffee and rising sun
and there's the night,
the void filling
storm.
here i am on the verge
of it all,
stable and un-
menaced in an
open market, the blanket
of action, delirious
in attempts and not
half bad-
the steadiness of rocks,
the cadence
of ridges
through air
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
It was my seven birthday,
They called me menaced and shut my mind down with their own imagination
Too young, too devil to born they said
I came to the point where no one to believing
Said it was too young to think out of the cage
They was sad when I said I want to be me
They said you want to be you, then you lose me
What even I try to forgive when my mind hard to forget
See, the light ever tried to blind me down,
But I said put the light on, more
And **** me
And when will you see I’m trying?
When is the right time to finding me?
The sky is open, same like the wound on my chest
The wound on my arm,
The wound on my heart,
You know you cant see but you kept crafting of it
Hate me hate more if that could make you get the me more
I want to ******* **** it all the way down
But do you see me now?
All the scars was the painless art soul
They draw me, they create me
**** they talked braved me
To the point I hate seeing you smile
To the latest blood from my razor will be my last tears
I hope not to be the one you concern
I hope not to be the one you played
The drama inside your brain,
I’m not the actor
Keep pushing my head down
I’m showing you the hell from it.
I’m showing you the part of me
Which I keep in a hush hush **** my head
They wont tell a lie, they wont find a way.
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 1:32 PM UTC
O heart...
hold and hug me now...
and get away all thoughts from your mind...
let me get my rest on your warm chest...
and let a leave leaves us so far...
however the future menaced me...
no matter how far i am from you...
no matter how long my sadly dark night will be...
be sure that,...
i will keep loving you so deep...
so deep inside my heart...
and will be always into my brain...
no one has a rights to run there...
and will face and fight the past and the future...
and all a religions and cultures because of you...
waiting that moment...
a miracle moment...
to be with you...
to live inside you...
to be together into each others...
sweet honey...
tried to live alone after i met you...
tried so hard after i tasted you...
tried but failed...
failed because i loved you...
all what i got...
just lived a pains...
just living now anther jail...
so please sweetheart...
don't be more far from me...
don't increase a pains inside me...
By hazem al ...
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 7:59 AM UTC
No lovesick lad ever poured out his heart
To a Scantron®©™ card and its suave machine
Posed seductively in brushed aluminum
In a smoky corner of the faculty commons
Or with a thundering Number Two scribed
A manifesto that menaced the world
(But bubbled carefully within the squares)
And ground it through a Scantron®©™ 888
For indeed
Moses brought not Scantron®©™ down from Sinai
To teach God’s laws through an electric eye
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 3:21 PM UTC