"modulations" poems
So there I saw-
and then I curled
into my fetal ball of envy
my happiness had coagulated
and chilled
like a refrozen popsicle
at the back of the freezer.
even if you melted
my
stale
cracked
enclosure
you would still smell
the jealous-
like
hangover
on my breath
I swear it even
exploits my muscles
my tendons grimace
like massive internal
pulley systems.
when my mind
frowns condescendingly
at my juvenile grievances,
the follies laugh their
disassembled modulations
and ignore my pleas
no-it takes more than that.
my every yellow Laureling
becomes a necessity
to coax, soften my
serpentine
charity
from whence I have locked it.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 2:31 AM UTC
As candy thaws neath my tongue
My eyes take dilation.
I fall into an inception
as I walk into a place
where my tender age went...
Then,
I saw sevenths of an illusion
Acidic iridescence
Suffused in a type of dimension
I was present.
Bound to life's existence...
Each and every Earth-bound object
was formed
by masked bodies
that cradled each other.
Lifelessly connected to one another.
Expressing the same dainty love
we are mad for...
Jade orbs
were absorbed
by a topiary lord.
Beating.
Circulating.
Captivating.
Caught me devoted in all sorts of emotions.
Repetition. Repetition.
Sight distortion.
Colors stacked on colors.
I saw modulations.
But they spoke to me in motions.
I felt as if I was breathing this all before.
And that I was anticipating on something that I could not get myself to ignore.
Some moral.
That I've been awakened for...
I was reverted back into a timeless age,
where matters were forgave
and where passions were seemliness.
and because of awareness
you become unable to love like a child
when you abandon your innocence.
So here's the message.
"Seven is perfection."
The eye to see life.
Making a connection.
Breathing Earth's affection.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
The world as we know it
doesn't exist, from an evening days ago,
unruly fog with the menacing arrogance
of a killer whale, skimming
in the shallow waters near the shore,
has made the world vanish
without any trace, how long it would last,
no one could hazard a guess, till now!
"Is it the end of the world?"
within closed doors people wonder.
1 But no 'bang' of any kind was heard
did anyone hear any suspicious 'whimper',
the weather women with a broad smile
and reassuring voice fails to tell us.
In this stormy night of primeval elements,
what exists for us is a continent of fear.
Shiver touching the highest recorded mark
in the Richter scale of fear, staring at a
dark night , bundled in white blanket,
all thing moving and static are kept frozen.
Blizzard, a drunken madman keeps on
inventing a cuss word different, a minute
hissing it in varying tunes and modulations.
I hear no drone of airplanes flying low
to take the landing approach
in the airport nearby, anymore
everything except the storm and snowfall
has come to a standstill,what the morning
will bring, who could tell?
Every heart will be heavy tonight,
if only 2 Stephen Hawking will lift
his cell phone for a minute,
this is the time to ask in hush hush tone:
"Does such unprecedented signals
points that God would play dice
negating the prophecy Einstein made"
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
Synthetic sympathy is like an epidemic across the surface of our baron horizon of sophistication, where predictable greetings and condolences are proclaimed with interpersonal detachment.
An aperture is a hole through which light travels across a threshold of darkness.
Gullible are those voters who strive for independence whilst firmly clamped in the jaws of proclaimed democracy, where reporters become lively at dramatic scenes of carnage and death.
Oh sibling of the expanding universe - I implore you to project your voice across constitutional and cosmological municipalities.
Let us run for office beyond the confinement of bureaucratic galaxies.
After all, our modulations echo throughout solitary cells of our revered bedlam.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 10:02 PM UTC
dissolving in the violet rays
I'm in september I'm on the beach on the dark
coast by the sea of the past summer
i dissolve on the beach in purple
rays with modulations of moons with modulations
ice with fire rays from under the roofs
dissolving in the violet rays
I'm all standing I'm standing all standing and now
I go I go I go I go and my eyes
look straight at the time they look
straight into september and what do i want to say
and what does september want to tell me I don't know
dissolving in the purple rays I know
I know that I know what those moments were
tomorrow they will leave me tomorrow tomorrow
today they left me and then already yesterday
and the roof broke through the waves on the seas
08.12.18
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 9:49 AM UTC
Once I attempted
To compose
The greatest songs of all
That crescendos
Up the scales of life
Modulations
That evolve...
But in these
Staggered stanzas
Where memories
Together bleed
The music
Changes minds
As drama changes keys
And so a broken opus
Is the only song I leave
...
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 9:16 AM UTC
The mouth is the small compass of the soul,
Without dials, true north, or magnetic force,
The ungaugeable instrument of the voice,
In directionless modulations of undertow,
To circumnavigate under cartographer’s pole
Stars guide our wayfinding-heirlooms of words.
Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 9:28 AM UTC
I am Emergent:
The tower rising up,
Babel of the boundarylands.
Temperature climbing,
Entropic of Cancer.
Chaos amassing,
oozing from a verging.
Angels in the angles,
Cons and vexes in the caves,
signaling out- My signal
absorbs, but does not absolve.
Fractal. Factual. Punctuating
the boundary like amplitude
modulations of an old radio.
Listen for me.
Emerging from ether,
broadcast cadence in
pixelated pragmatism,
propaganda, pain,
and from a power-
signal too weak, too dated
to remember its own source.
But still I signal back
what signaled me-
The Emergent Current
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 1:40 PM UTC