"nulled" poems
and the sweat lingers with a
thin film of dust, dirt, mold --
whichever what have you.
what little hydration left of
this soft fleshy vessel seeps
through this veil. creating
rivers of mud that flood the
eyes and blind. though hue
of general existence if silh-
outted. and we follow the sou-
nds hoped spoke on the proper
path. shambling the brush,
ankles caught tight in the
thorns of the undergrowth.
never a first in leaving a
blooded footpath home. and
false words call us upon a
path in Life long returned to
Nature from man. and with blin-
ded eyes and gnarled sense,
trouncing the threshold of door
long closed, fearing only the
chance of having all ended.
the Ocean's desert is nothing
but the sweat of Man's ages'
turned to dust. ended of a
vessel when purpose has seen
fulfillment. to nurture, and
bring forth perpetuation of the
curious disappeared mysteries
resting unburdened, with ponde-
ring left nulled. and recreation,
re-mythologizing aeons not long
past. only a couple thousand
since the last hoarfrost blast.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC
You don't have to pull the trigger.
What He has planned for you
is so much bigger.
Than the lies
resentful whys
the failed tries
open ended goodbyes
certain persons you despise
whether it's someone else
or inside yourself,
Put that gun back on the shelf.
Until you feel empowered again,
I know your strength is nulled,
if you want that much power in your own hand,
at least take out the bullets than,
That will liberate you, won't it?
This helplessness you feel subsides,
adjust your sights correctly you will find,
down the barrel of a gun is where the enemy hides.
Now before your heart joins the loss of your mind,
Open your eyes and unwind,
unload the gun and walk away
you can save a life today
even if it's your own.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 7:25 PM UTC
I stare at the ground, no need for attention.
I don't want them to find me, to fixate on me.
So, I make myself small;
Just a smudge on a camera lens.
I won't make a sound.
Be something... not desired.
Don't show that you're scared.
Try and scare them, anything to shake them off!?
They have a tainted soul, all they do is hurt.
Their hands reach for me.
...Maybe if I wasn't so small, I could yell.
And someone would help me!?!?
But, They already forced their sin
down my throat & hands tight against my windpipe.
Why don't they fear me!?
My psychotic tendency's, nulled by my loss of consciousness.
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC
If Wisdom by Glasses your Wear enhance
Which strung by your Advise approves me then
Or Journals, kept for your long-term Romance
Spread to Chaser Friends your Messages send
Which I, nulled even for my Senses hear
To allow this Picture for my Desert's Gleam
Such Gleam called Delusions: And out of Fear
Rid my Words chaste to what it must have been
Yet for that Sentimental Phase called Friend
A Meaning which still my Reasons inquire
Which Standards apply; Or Materials spend
Rake our Attitudes to your Desire.
Now frilly these Rants. This Cake deserves your Taste
A Kind and Fast plomb let not go to Waste.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 1:46 AM UTC
let's do this.
here we are the in-between.
statement nulled of either
side. no history forced
past, and only warming up
in this the current aba-
ting long dark. and sta-
nding this hovel does so
with each glance of wall
left to right. realizing
four's advancement has
aided in absence of post-
humous thought.
canvas-flapped arm, just
to mention for the occu-
rrence of these words. just
to mention recurring thought
not allowed history. not
yet endowed with the period
of a past list. an in-between,
a valley shooting gallery w-
here the soul bleeds out to
drown the vessel. deep analogies.
a deeper long dark thought in
retreat, only thoughts are to
mystified and this proves Hesse
true.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
I have a diary its called my "Diary Of Thought,
in it are all the problems that creak within
my lingering cranium. They started off so tiny
but after they encircled they gained ground.
I wrote these problems down in tears and in efforts
to drown out the sound. But a sound is never nulled
it can be a whisper that is louder than any shout.
Hearing it not only in woken moment but dreams they shout.
I lie on my bed, I look at the ceiling an think if I
could be like it white washed with tiny cracks.
My mind has cracks but I fall within them, hiding
within them trying to keep the noises out.
"All my thoughts are in my dairy of thought,
"But if you open the pages there all blank,
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 5:46 AM UTC
And the wheels set into motion
Somewhere, in an obscure world, she sat
Penning a story, lost in thought, fading away.
Waves breaking onto the shore
The silence nulled, ceasing to exist no more
The air scented with a salty mist,
Gradients, carrying a lost cry, into the night
Pushing past barriers, on and away.
On a park bench, lovers, sit and play
Dreamy eyes, and entwined soul
Lost in a promise that may never see the day
From the corner of the eye, a lonely girl
Pipe dreams and a broken heart,
Sits and watch as the game turns unfair.
Centuries old, woman on a rocking chair
Seen life, see no more, her eyes can't take the pain
Hands fall to the side, heavy breathing
Gasping for her last breath of air.
As the wheels turn, stories never ending...
Life- twists, turns and makes its way
Silent and beauteous, role plays changing,
As the players take the centre stage.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
A leaf is a leaf,
A door is a door,
I know I make no sense,
But you know what I mean.
These paradoxes blossom,
Bringing Infinite trim,
I'm 'yielding', I'm 'healing',
But the light only dims.
The darkness now light,
For each pore I fight,
My sight's insight in sight.
However,
I see
No heights
To which I can land.
Our reality (as we know it)
Is just for show,
Perhaps this reality, just my reality,
That's all we know.
If more is found,
We're found not to be,
Nulled replicants of nothing,
Destined to the void, to be.
The place where God lies dead,
And His expired creations go,
Stowed at His hands and feet.
Note:
Dinosaurs, Dragons, and hulk there included,
The illusion I alluded to is food for the fallen.
But hey,
These lines above have no meaning, am I right?
No bearing on life,
The same way my head has no hair.
Though,
'Hush,' I say to the breeze blowing through it,
I swear
I feel
a tickle there.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 8:02 PM UTC
After years of being nulled to stone
Blood run dry and flesh gone cold
My words can make me feel so old
But my wounds are always fresh
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 12:20 AM UTC
A face in the crowd
A glance nothing more
Eyes that hold you in their gaze
A smile that warms you
Words that start a fire inside
A touch that makes it burn wild
The why's the where's are all nulled
If that face looks at you.
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 8:48 PM UTC
Voices, broken in the boughs
sleepwalking on nulled roads
echoing in the rain, and
the swings, empty rocking in the winds:
dry withering to budding, scenes
we never saw, until now
the everyday season;
Long since time stopped and
vanished behind the screens;
Then, can I call you, 'The Day'?
Echoes in the alleyways and
the dreary skies all the same;
But I must mark The Day: now
I chore, then endlessly refocussing
juggle as broomed go we muggles;
Know who's lasered on next?
Worry not, as big realms have
no pockets but ours;
For the ledgers must roll on;
Unmarked, we may go, like this
The Day, BUT: now work galore
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 6:25 PM UTC
Shall I disclose my mind
With these lines be sent unto thee
And unto thy passive eloquence
How lustrous thou art
That may the angels of Heaven sin
And the Goddesses of myth
With envy
For thy innocent complexion
More bright and radiant
Than the paleness of morning skies
And the meager sun
And dull crystals of night
Thou art defiant to the lights of world
When thy moral'd hues emitted—
What flawed and honest fairness
Strained not by the fires of mortal eyes
Thou hast none of ornament
Nor hast the looms of gaud
Nor thou wilt decline by eternal times
And not will thy ethereal color end
For death is nulled when thou shinest
But I, thou wilt not see
For what a dimm'd shadow
I am before thee
O please, wilt thou?
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 7:51 PM UTC
or perhaps a bagel
with sesames scattered like stars
or a dry-roast well
shelled with clay
I will not be filled
with nuts or cake
nor love or science
for I am empty
and silent.
And the universe is too
a toroidal void devoid of life
spare our transactions
of nuts for shells
nulled as astronauts
pass the transmit limit
How the sun flashes
on copper pennies splashing
wishes in water.
Up here
saturn's rings
are all but nut shells
far flung from jets
which fly by mars at sunset.
I long for the pure
hydrogen at a star’s heart
to melt the iron
though my thoughts float
with hot gas I forget
we are seeds of the future
funnels of becoming
me and the universe
empty packets
with full stomachs.
Jun 21, 2022
Jun 21, 2022 at 7:06 AM UTC
Retreading the same creative subjects
Rebedding headaches
Pedalo
Some discomfort
Clung all over
with a fungal dampness
And moored with a heavy sleep-like coat
Worthy of nothing
Nothing worthy of note
Pages
Consumed by rehearse
I've lost the thirst to broadcast
Cowardly in delay
Relaying what's past
..... a Recurrent distress
I stand sudden :
Done !
I derail the trolley-lot ...
Then I fit
In a mirthquake
I laugh like i am made of bellies
'The Bellycake', I'll call me.
With my serious anchorous state nulled
I approach fresh work with good humour
May 8, 2021
May 8, 2021 at 3:33 PM UTC