"neutralised" poems
You were an acid
Destroying others
Making them nothing
And hungry for more
I was a base
An innocent mind
Eager for adventure
Reactive to a select few
We were neutralised
With me, you were tamed and docile
With you, I was someone new
Our beaker fell off the counter top
And
s ha t t e r e d
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 6:56 AM UTC
Unzip,
new skin quick
neutralised Freudian slips
A spy game
so slick
well placed mortars sinking battleships
new suit
cover skin ill-suited to do business with life
find a life that suits your business
before you cover your life with a business suit.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 1:23 AM UTC
In Parsley, a Levantine munificence accreted together in Tabbouleh,
herbage that covers fractured bedrock in a poultice of healing.
Secreted within, lie igneous outpourings of bloodied tomatoes,
those solid affections that had welled through an ocean floor
as Neptune quelled Gaia's contractions, her waters seeking to burst
beneath the wrinkled surface of a salty sea. She, an underbelly of sky,
pregnant in the overwhelm of magma, sweating out her heart in fire,
muted like a moon of Neptune, in his retrograde soliloquies, yet mirroring
hers in icy resurfacings of skin. The God of the Sea, boils an amnion
to hazy mists, how deep will his trident plunge to dislodge those Trojan ships
of deceptions ? Yet, Triton blows a conch for Gaia, not for man's duelling
and his warring tribes. He soothes her feverish gnashing of thighs
labouring continents. Some fires burn in water, like desultory heartbeats
moving the pace of rocks through the ocean floor, spiriting away
to stranger places still, marking maps of memories in the beauty of
a stillborn magma. The limestone they say is no blood relation to such
alien fructification, those oceanic intruders, bleeding still, spilling
secrets in reds and purples. The acid tears spilled in lemons merely
neutralised in syllables, sedimented to a community of limestone,
that possess no archaic remnants reminiscing through dead bones,
an age of glory. Now beauty lies in herbage over once raucous magma
and traces of a salty sea, freshness of life trailing her veins, in fragrance of Parsley
Jun 24, 2021
Jun 24, 2021 at 7:15 AM UTC
your fingers would tiptoe across my palms, and it made me feel alive.
the first time you touched me, i figured out what the purpose of butterflies really were.
the first time you touched me, i almost believed you were trying to create an army of them,
that they were going to break down the maze inside my head
that i would become some disgustingly lovesick drone
i don’t know why i ever doubted myself
the butterflies don’t visit me anymore,
they’ve done their job.
my feelings are neutralised.
my body is numb.
and you hold me like the touch of another would contaminate me.
your embrace is a cage,
but one i have built myself.
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 12:43 PM UTC
My depression is a transgression
against me, and mine.
I never asked to be contaminated
with this strife.
My depression is a possession
of evil, of illness.
I never thought I would be
rife with highs and lows.
My depression is a progression
of good and bad thoughts.
I never wanted to be
violated with cries and lies.
My depression is a weapon
against all who suffer its woes.
I hope the afterlife takes this repression
and nullifies it's effects.
My depression is mine but
suffered by many. We are pulverised,
neutralised and modified by our own
minds and medicated to keep sated.
My depression is Legion
a wickedness to the self.
A circle unending, unbending,
curving toward suppression of oneself.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
Zoom
In to my face.
Closer.
See the colours on my skin
The mingled hues so diverse that form the tone of my complexion
From a distance.
My complexities are neutralised by the distance from which they are viewed.
Zoom in
Closer.
See the fine pores and pale hairs
That lie on the surface of the ***** that is
Skin.
Just so today
And tomorrow
Metamorphosised by new cells that multiply and those that die.
Zoom in
Closer yet
And that surface now
Is unrecognisable
That picture now
A poster
One hundred feet in height and paper thin.
A surface with no depth.
Walk through it
To the night beyond
With all its stars
The ones you see and strain to see and those beyond
And know who
And what
We are.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 9:43 AM UTC
it's so good to feel, something, anything;
perhaps even crying while singing along to
fiddler on the roof's if i were a rich man -
breaking into tears at the point where the song
breaks into... simply syllables...
oh what sweetness can be derived from crying,
from feeling... from engaging in the world
as must be necessary...
in the evolution of theology,
working from polytheism...
yhwh (the tetragrammaton)
is the reason, i.e. the god of thought...
ālláh? the god of emotion...
the god of song, the god of praise,
so why would muslims need to respect
the third schism, that's manifest in wahhabism?
wahhabism doesn't respect music, yet
there's the song on a minaret to the count
of five times a day... unlike the church bell...
there's a song in the minaret, fives times a day
does the uvula vibrate from a song being echoed...
of the three? sh'i'ah.
but who then is? the god of libido?
15/5/1986? chernobyll?
that's really ******* audacious of me,
i wonder if it's also towing behind that assumption
a second assumption, of: being auspicious -
then i'll do my dance, pseudo-blind
as in: dancing with my eyes closed...
then i'll also be found tickling
a candle flame, and do what i have done since being
a child... "twirling" my index against the thumb,
call it a massage for all i care;
but what a glorious feeling... to simply feel!
to be able to cry, and compensate
with out-of-the-body-like-experience of laughter!
oh? you want an explanation of the diacritics?
well, since you asked... islam has been benevolent
to poland from what i gather...
the ottomans have become neutralised,
the former enemy has reversed and subsequently become buffer....
i'll celebrate that word, in all it's glory like i would,
constantly thinking about the tetragrammaton...
so
ālláh:
macron over the first ah prolongs the vowel:
aa
and the acute on the second a? á?
that sharpens the concept of the breath (soul),
that's borrowed from yhwh - with the clasp of the H...
for H and H are god's hands.
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC
her brown hair was like
non-insulated
stranded copper wires
of high current carrying capacity,
her dark-black eyes were like voltage,
and my resistance was very low
her hips were like power supply
with two step-up transformers
the dulcet words she whispered
were like electrons flowing
in my ears
when she approached me,her gait
was like magnetic attraction,
and we had unlike poles
her hands on mine were like
magnetic sparks,like that
of a short-circuited contactor
the magnetic field was the
dark-grey carpet we were standing
on
and her red sappy lips
were like ground wire
as she kissed my cheeks
and the shock was neutralised
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC
*
***all my senses frozen
once stung by love trojen
no firewall worked
when the malware attacked
although my virus protection was updated
but this trojen was not anticipated
a sector of my processor corrupted
my routine tasks disrupted
it evaded from scan and couldn't be neutralised
my whole system it paralysed
life threatening was the risk
formatted the disks
restarted the system
came out of mayhem
still i feel it's hidden inside
one day it will come live
now looking for a total net protection
to save people from such infection***
*
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 12:30 PM UTC
Grim weather workday
Co-workers tower and storm
Frustration wind gusts
Colleague’s deep weeping deluge
Workwear, my only shelter
Hi-tech coveralls
Cold tin pressed over concrete
Full-body shielding
Spikes guarding critical zones
Early threat sensor system
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--Tricky meeting one---
Sensors detect unstable air
Towering cumulus,
imposing updraft,
condensing vapour,
supercooled drops,
colliding particles,
electric charge,
energy below 100 Hertz,
below 20 - infrasonic range,
cloudburst impacts,
downdraft wedge,
gusts at 90 km/h,
winds slowing,
anvil passing,
dissipating feeder air
-Coffee break-
Systems check
Minor damage
Vibrations neutralised
Commence shield repair
-Tricky meeting two-
Scans register earlier storm damage
Key infrastructure stressed,
dam failure,
imminent water surge,
significant hydrologic activity,
evacuate downstream,
clay soil,
infiltration below 2 mm/h,
gage data above action stage,
avoid low spots, streams, and rivers,
sandbags in place,
wall seals holding,
precipitation easing,
infiltration nominal,
subsiding flood water
-Coffee break-
Systems overload
Unable to assess damage
Full reboot required
Commence systems reset
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Home brings fine sunshine
Joy-filled fluffy puppy front
Gentle joy breezes
Clear skies, household index high
Soft clothes, it’s cuddle weather
Sep 23, 2024
Sep 23, 2024 at 11:27 PM UTC