"neddles" poems
Epic storys told every day
I can never speak my mind.
The grip I have on reality
Indeed its quite unrealistic.
To always know the current
Hurts like neddles poured into a current.
My thoughts are congruent with bullets
Before and after shots fired. This is my fire.
I live with my own spirits
I have jedi mind tricks.
I kick it with my mind all the time
We drink soda and walk the streets at night.
But the mind is not to be wasted, not mine
Aug 17, 2010
Aug 17, 2010 at 10:00 PM UTC
I sew my wounds shut myself
And every time the neddles passes through
I curse your name
I know I shouldn't blame you
But I haven't the courage to blame myself
And I know it's not your fault
But it's so much easier to say it's yours
So I'll keep on screaming your name
Every time my body hurts
And I'll think of you when
My bones break and my skin bursts open
I'll see you in every shadow
And I'll lace every cigarette
With the image of your face
And I'll keep blaming you
Untill I can finally blame myself
But for now
Here's to you
You've turned my heart cold again
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 4:02 AM UTC
Something viscous and of the Earth
rampant hydraulic and geometric
where...
ever the green neddles empire
cupped hand of salt and clay
where red is skin unwashed
where smoothed stones
come under scrutiny
of rainfall
burnished by atmos
tasting of remnant iron
back of the mouth adrenaline
fear where choking lives
beguiled feints of the (nearly)
..the almost
..the always
just out of reach
seductive...
by satiated tones hither
yet kissed to life abrupt
sputtered out from shoals
soft guarded places
padded in the low end
theory spun cobweb
tied by philosophy of moss
long stretched wisps of time
that curl as smoke meanders
to drink in the momentary
nooks where God is salve
woven to worship pause
tangled and braided just so…
to hug in the splendors
a ram with horns wide like horizons
and spirals under darkened eye
on recoil, on tiptoes
that beckon to ride without saddle
eating ego and back peddle
whole seasons by the mouthful
each blinked snug
and overshadowed by determination
dancing as singular sensations
serenity swimming river's bend
circles slipping outward
elliptic goldfish spinning
hypnosis beneath lotus
opposite ever ends of the prism
A coy wink of rhythm
sway and schism cast
flailing from a cyclical sun
suchness dissipating
with the touch of dusk
and surrendered to fog
unveiled de ja vu to wax
to fauna melting orange in the distance
beyond moon picturesque
as a resonant echo breathing
armored against the crow’s call
feather fall looming, changeling
Sisyphean song obelisk
songs and sirens that got away
at nineteen hertz and rising
from the bottom of the arched heart
leaves falling scattered, witnessed
to swaddle as hinges the seasons
as transcendence including
wreck's collection magic chasm
rising and riding a tidal twist
we are each and all the alchemists
that decide the sacred
feinting flourishes we entertain
where nostalgia shades it's crispness
where hope holds hands with memory
to sip the nectar from the nightly charades
in the details that kiss the bottom lips
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 10:23 PM UTC
A cage, that was gold spun metal in the form of searing hot bars formed a gilded entrapment around the bird and its wings and in addition to the searing pain when ever it touched the bars, every time the anxious head tried to pop free it was stopped by barbs and neddles and thisles protruding everywhere. It didn't want to escape, it just wanted freedom. The ability to spread its wings and fly, the rush of the wind under soaring wings amd ruffled feathers, the feeling of togetherness that gave, that's was it wanted, freedon.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 12:29 AM UTC