"pacifies" poems
The Crickets cackle “crisp,”
With an only interruption, being I,
Atop dust, whisper and
Desert highway.
I’d tell you if I were running,
But I’m not quite sure, not yet,
Leaving the Coyote to eat,
Respite, and devoured,
The singing Crickets,
A’howl later,
To deliver answers unimpeded.
I have a faint memory –
A snake’s grip promised, via hand and
Crystal contingency,
“Wiser,” once bestowed, the mystic;
An epic complete, atop 17 years of thunder,
Steel stained crimson,
Street stained whimper
And forever remaining,
“Under-construction.”
Symbolic a more relevant scaffold,
½ bamboo and the other steel, the tower,
Note ‘fore me, it’s only purpose –
Elsewhere, and anonymous,
While I tap my belly to some
Melody we’d once enjoyed;
Maybe something by, “Coltrane,”
Or maybe not; but music we’d both
Recognize and reminisce too.
It’s an awkward alchemy of sorts,
As the Crickets, post-mortem,
Persist if only to chirp, and the Coyote mulls.
When the dust continues to cake.
When the whisper finds newer ears.
When interrupt’s abrupt, erupts,
Pacifies and interrupts again;
My precious distraction –
An amnesia loyal in away from, “then.”
Somewhere beyond, “there,”
And onward, “anew.”
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
Even through stormy skies
Sing songs of calmer days
I swear when cold and cloudy
Passion pacifies with sunlit rays
Looked at you, my frosty armor melted
No place warmer than your eyes
Daydreams and illusions don't come close or compare
Gut filled with air from fluttering butterflies
I discovered home in your embrace
Your love is thawing my ice
Your presence is a welcome heat wave to my Winter
In your strong arms I found paradise
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 8:58 AM UTC
I romanticize humanity until what's left isn't even human.
I cook up fallacies about legal aliens and add a dash of cumin.
Your chef tosses salads in the pasta section of the grocery store.
Devil's just as confused, with a ***** and an apology at heaven's door.
You don't know, and no one cares where eggs go when they die.
Godzilla thinks of a car full of clowns like you would a sardine pie.
What happens when an elephant gets alzheimer's and loses keys?
Does the paradox consume an entire circus of trapeze-act-fleas?
I ruin birthday cakes by blowing off the frosting instead of the flames.
How I do that? Count backwards from backwards and say my names.
Bittersweet love anthems pollute the brains of conscientious dames.
Heavy metal doesn't pollute, it pacifies rage quitting from soul-sucking games.
Out of the woodwork comes a limp ***** that would work,
Long hours only to find he'd pay millions for a Miley Cyrus twerk,
Which is worth about as much as an all-female circle ****
Unless you add strap-ons, so strap in and lap up the knee-jerk-smirk.
It is unwise to handle scissors when one is being cutting-edge,
Because your accountants will dangle themselves off of a three-storey ledge,
When you cut up the ledgers and make light of, that is, burn, the evidence of pledge,
To the monkeys in your think-tank mailing feces to the upstart farmer's hedge.
Now I know you're sick of rhyming and of poems and of liver culling whisky,
But I must inform you of a pirate's missing eye, I've bought sight of something risky,
I implore that when this song and dance is done, you'll assuredly miss me,
Because I've told you everything about depravity, hence forth you must kiss me.
Beacons of hope shine much like cantankerous silver in the moonlight.
If you're a werewolf that will fill you with hope and with immeasurable fright.
One day the world will admit that I'm awesome and impoverished to boot,
Because when the song and dance is done, what's left is just an ounce of loot.
Jul 20, 2022
Jul 20, 2022 at 9:28 PM UTC
A blank box.
The antistrophe of the only thought of your dwelling repeats.
Your riveted eyes
like silkscreens of my harsh summers continue to penetrate me,
they are imprinted to my seemingly abandoned, seemingly rotten consciousness.
I saw you reach the ledge
and then jump into the sea.
The sea sounds beautiful and is beautiful but also: The Sea
Down there your coastal effects
lay within the wave that pacifies
two legged sharks,
and the waters swallowed you
with voracious hunger.
Everything became withered,
the death cart arrived.
It came to take you to the great party of the longest night.
The beasts followed their pulse leading your way
to the black sun's of cosmo
giving way to perpetuity.
A blank box.
The antistrophe of the only thought of your dwelling repeats.
Only the sea witnessed you flight
and now you are The Sea.
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 2:17 AM UTC
You're going on the highway,
Bringing a new 4-string bass guitar,
And a drum-set too for your sons.
Now you could be a family rock band,
You could churn your own Summer of '69,
The world will know you three now.
A really hot chick hitchhikes in your car,
You are tensed as your eyes meet.
There is unfathomable longing in hers,
And the bathykolpian woman's so inviting.
You can't play the good man at this age,
You decide to cheat your own wife now.
You stop the car quickly anyhow,
A quickee's on your mind & nothin' more.
She smiles at you and lunging towards her,
You smell the inviting scent of hers.
In middle of the kiss you start foreseeing,
You forsee a bright romantic future,
Suddenly her wellbeing's lost & she vomits.
Then you bring her to the hospital,
The gynaecologist congratulates you,
"Congrats! You're going to be a father!"
Taken aback, you say, "But I just met her!"
The girl who hitchhiked says, ***"He's ****** lying!"***
The doc summons the police and your test is done,
"Good news & bad news," the doc says,
"One, you're not her baby's father."
Hearing this you're relieved.
"Now the bad news, doc," you say.
The doc says, "You could have never have fathered any even if you intended to."
You are flabbergasted, "What the hell! Why?"
The doc pacifies, "Your load doesn't have any sperms,"
Seeing you shocked the doctor says,
***"It's a birth defect that happens rarely but yes it does..."
"...You may sue the girl for everything."***
The biggest shock in your life so far.
You just shake your head and turn around to go.
You're in the middle of a nightmare,
It couldn't be true!
***If not you then the 2 kids back home,
They belonged to whom!***
Now that's the biggest tension!
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 5:32 AM UTC
I don't know why I feel this way
when I see your eyes slowly fading
in the four corners of the room.
You were lying in a king size bed
staring at you losing senses
I see an angel sent from the heaven
I love you when you're asleep
You, lying with your lingerie,
this tempting feeling
it's so ****** but I like too much
wanna kiss you slowly
wanna feel your lips with mine
fresh and warm
a tempest feeling yet sublime
This oozing feeling of pleasure
makes me forget all my pains and sorrow
from the coldness of the night
turns to warmth like sudden distress
of guiltiness that's hard to treasure
Oh! Babe!
wanna feel your caress
wanna feel your wamth
wanna feel your body
wanna feel you touch
The strands of hair all over the pillow
stretch of glory along the horizon
of innocence on a meadow
like ties on a kite
makes you look more ****
wanna hold you tighter and tighter
but I can't hold on too much
It's not that I disrespect you
but watching you sleep pacifies me
like a dangerous drug
it's hypnotizing, heavenly, addicting
wanna stay longer, a little bit longer
I don't wanna lose you girl
Holding back my emotions
Just to watch you sleep
This oozing feeling of pleasure
makes me forget all my pains and sorrow
from the coldness of the night
turns to warmth like sudden distress
of guiltiness that's hard to treasure
Oh! Babe!
wanna feel your caress
wanna feel your wamth
wanna feel your body
wanna feel you touch
It's not that I'm a maniac
I'm just a manic man over in love with you.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 6:43 AM UTC
I’m sorry I had to leave so suddenly that night.
And even more sorry to know that you had the shock
of finding my ’not wanted on the voyage’ body.
The useless carcass I left behind.
That shouldn’t happen to anyone,
to find your lifeless partner by your side…
That’s how you’d see it anyway.
But me? I’m off now into the wide blue yonder,
never to return. Not as you knew me anyway.
These are the rules I’m afraid.
Apparently some people do come back.
****** Spiritualists & Clairvoyants… They make us all,
up here - seem like part timers.
Not that I wouldn’t… But it’s complicated.
There’s a kind of apprenticeship,
a protocol to follow…There are still rules
even in death. There has to be a trade off.
No pain… no anguish…
And, you can just dip in and out of your old
family’s life - PAs… Personal Appearances.
That’s what 'Head Office' calls ‘em
Pacifies the loved ones that you are settled.
In the dying mode of things that is.
Really what you’re doing… as a soul,
is waiting for a suitable donor body
then you're born into a new family!
That's the way it goes!
To end on a lighter note… Kind of makes you wonder
why there aren’t more child prodigies around…
Maybe only the smartest ones make it back! Who knows?
All that knowledge gone to waste… Just saying!
Sep 3, 2020
Sep 3, 2020 at 3:27 PM UTC
Pain stays permanent,
Permeating through time;
The pinch of loss,
Can never be sufficed.
Pain surges periodically,
Often high in tide,
Crashing on shores of sympathy;
Bund that gap,
With all your might,
These sensations erode,
Cutting in the shape of your soul;
Gorging away your sane.
Pain pangs often,
Reminding of the times gone,
But in that memory,
Find inspiration to go on!
Pain pacifies loss,
Whence you derive,
Your reasons to smile,
In memories so close...
Dormant relationships bloom,
An evergreen garden!
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 6:54 AM UTC
I was awaken by the song
Playing on the radio
The librettos are familiar
To my ever longing soul
So I get an old photograph
Of us together
I put it on my chest
Close to my heart
As the melody pacifies the air
My soul sways again
Ah, it is always you, my love
The reason,
My joie de vivre
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 12:32 AM UTC
stuck in my head again,
nothing seems real.
life sheds its skin
on my lazy boy chair.
flashing pictures on the tv,
pacifies the pain.
as long as I keep the thoughts at bay,
the darkness sorta goes away.
remember the insults
you spit at me?
I do.
never stopped to think,
something else could be wrong.
you always say it has to be me
so you put on your shoes,
pick up your things,
kiss my head,
and close the door on another day.
you suffer for my torment.
©2006 Dead Men Publishing
Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 2:31 AM UTC
Tell me where I can go, he said,
just get me out of here.
Give me truth in every form, he said,
be the answer to my prayers.
Listen to this man, she said,
his poison words will taste so sweet to you.
I'm not going anywhere,
anyway.
Hero's the wrong word,
but it calms his mind.
It's what's steadying his hand.
A rationale so absurd,
he'll take what he can get to silence the voices in his head.
Give me something to believe in,
cuz I don't believe in me.
Give me something to hold on to,
and I'll cling tenaciously.
Listen to these men, she said,
their words of death will seem so wise to you.
I was never taught to care anyway.
Hero's the wrong word,
but it calms his mind.
It's what pacifies the guilt.
A rationale so absurd,
he'll take what he can get to silence the voices and he says,
I'd buy anything so I don't have to grow up poor.
I'll go anywhere for you, I'll walk through any open door.
I'd do anything to feel a part of something more.
I'll **** anyone you say to feel fear nevermore.
Hate is a strong word,
but to him it comes as easily as fear.
And fear pervades his soul. He's so far gone.
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC
i know it pacifies,
national socialism was experimented
in germany,
but national capitalism took over,
you have a McDonald and a KFC
in Slovakia and other places...
it's not killing people,
but it's definitely numbing them...
they have no chance of a cultural
uniqueness, this national capitalism
has america in BIG PRINT seen
everywhere, and china in small
print worn everywhere: MADE IN;
which basically means everywhere
starts becoming a lookalike alike alike alike
******** hence the emergence of
internet shopping, everyone becoming
like the rich kids: pool, snooker hall
and all other social functioning distractions
enabling congregation under one roof,
with richy rich over here, having to pay
for a ******* too gluttonous to do it himself;
hey, it's just a muscle kid...
the clergy have a monopoly on the *****
esp. if it's all girlie girl girls.
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 2:05 PM UTC
There is a timid storm
On the unfeeling airwaves
I am the furniture
That lines petty stairways
There is a furious calm
That pacifies the antique
But I lack the intelligence
To be unique.
It is you,
In the hallway,
That heavy oaken scent
Which fills a confused corridor
With echoes, with lament.
Ambiance tears asunder,
A weakened personality.
So I ask who’s turn it is
…To make the tea?
Dec 28, 2009
Dec 28, 2009 at 7:43 AM UTC
**** Her choices establish tragedies
The key that fosters felicity long since marred
But now she’s found the freedom she so passionately sought
It was gifted to her as a straight jacket
In the colour of her choice
Every evening she sleeps within such paraphernalia
As the solace pacifies her in classic tones
With the cushioning characterized as a mirror
Emulating the shape she has so flawlessly taken
Two years in the knapsack
And to your very eye I am the poster child
For used condoms and tampons
Am I not worth more than fish?
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 11:49 PM UTC
I keep the TV on, because when I do it feels like I'm living.
I keep my browser running, because when I do, it feels like I'm feeling.
I keep my movement low, because I'm slow, because I'm softer
and I burrow deep beneath my sheets to forget that I'm a daughter.
World's potential rages, shapes and faces overwhelm me,
and I'm screaming silent for the quiet that I feel like I am missing.
I want to touch you, see you, hold you, speak without restriction.
But I numb my mind in sounds and lights, so that I can slip away.
Over-stimulation cradles what craves to be kinetic,
pacifies the glowing inside craving open air.
I cannot move, I cannot go, I'm too afraid to ride the ride
and so I'll sit behind the lines
and participate by watching.
And here we'll watch the world together- and also so alone
would that I could
rip free the bandage
and leave my ***** home.
and the internet praises the introvert and tells us we're secretly deep.
And we dress our wounds with wasted time until we fall asleep.
And in my dreams I'm running, fighting, TRYING SO HARD
to break free.
And in the morning, I shudder, shake them off
and dim the light in me.
And day after day
back, here we go,
back to the flickering screen.
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
Skin like porcelain
Ivory, milk and honey
Your kiss pacifies
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 3:19 PM UTC
We Are So Lightly Here
“So come, my friends, be not afraid, we are so lightly here
It is in love that we are made, in love we disappear
Though all the maps of blood and flesh are posted on the door
There’s no one who has told us yet what Boogie Street is for”
Leonard Cohen “Boogie Street”
<~>
my body, my eyes, my entirety, tattooed, with a city map,
here, at this exact place, our eyes glanced, our eyes closed,
who among us does not possess such a living guide,
memories presented in a 3-D versions, constantly edited.
placed your hand on my privacy, bid you enter, not a dare,
more an invitation to risk, become a true love of mine,
share exhilaration, desert valleys that pockmark unexpectedly,
changes us to we, regresses, you and me, post-survivalists cut.
2 gather, modify highs/lows, meet & peaking@peculiar tunes,
ever embraces residuals a sour film upon our lips, a puzzling,
what excites, pacifies, returns us street corner, X’d our map,
glances exchanged across an empty street, seeing each, not.
Jun 28, 2021
Jun 28, 2021 at 10:48 AM UTC
I grow to despise all
which bring tears to my eyes
it's happened too many times now
I want nothing but your nonexistence
no happiness or sadness
just nothingness
I want apathy, I want disinterest
I want permanently handicapped empathy
I'll get there eventually
I'm losing faith that there's such
thing as hope, or faith for that matter
it's all drab around here, really
I try to pacify my bitterness
but my bitterness pacifies me
I'm taunted by the irony
I've lost count of the times
I've been made to feel so foolish
I'm getting used to being embarrassed
All you well-to-do women
with whatever is in your head
Keep respectable distance
your energy is better spent
on one who won't slowly with time
unravel at your feet
I can agree there's a lot to
hate about those who you pity
the ones who feel as I do
you see them vulnerable and
you feel in control and powerful
it disgusts you that you had no choice
you'll soon loathe as I do
and your niceness will be tarnished
I'll loathe all even more
I feel no sensations other than
some exhausted discontent
it becomes your true companion
I welcome it all at this point
there's no point to finding a point
maliciousness just exists, I guess
you or I are no exception
I know I'm feeling quite awful
I want to share my suffering
but it's for me and only me
my one and only property
my holy suffering
I'll carry it with me
exclusively
I cannot be one with this world
I won't adhere to what it requires
It shall be forced to my own will,
or I will exile myself willingly
with my suffering,
in pursuit of the only thing
I am truly entitled to
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 2:36 PM UTC
This separation from you,
Keeps giving tinnitus,
Yes it is recurring.
I read in fair detail of it,
It is the lack of love,
Love hormone.
Oxytocin that pacifies,
It is lacking in me,
Many downs.
All my biology has snuffed,
Extinguished is my flame,
Eversince you have left.
Separation debilitates me,
And though I can't weep,
It is stinging my heart.
Still you fail to perceive,
It's only me who waits,
And I will be waiting.
I have waited for long,
A very long time gap,
Now I will move on.
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 12:00 PM UTC
Amongst,
the rhythm
and teeth
I thought,
it pacifies,
quietly
so quickly.
see now
how tightly,
our arms
have been
tied behind
our backs
(and it was
us who
bought
the cord)
and yet,
i flail my tongue
still,
hoping to
trap a square
that could
neutralize
all that
sad acid
rotting in
your gut
we
know
nothing
of the brain
and even
less of
the heart
but I feel
paralyzed
enough
to reach out
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 8:11 AM UTC
Dear Eve,
The beat of my heart
The gasp and sigh of my lungs
The conversation hid under my tongue
You are my passion.
My everlasting light.
The promise of dawn that pacifies me through night.
Eve,
I am nothing without you.
I am nothing without the balm of your fragrance,
The compassion of your embrace.
The warmth of your smile.
Eve,
You carried my burdens on your back
You bared the weight of the world
You birthed my sorrow and pain
I bled and drained you for my gain.
Eve,
Will you stay by my side?
Will you promise?
Eve,
Will you smile once more?
Do I deserve solace?
Eve,
Forgive me.
I welcome my fate.
But I can’t accept yours.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 7:07 AM UTC
Pain in the Mind makes for interesting expression;
Sometimes frenzied, other times over-cautious.
Nonetheless, it's usually genuine,
if a little
disproportionate.
Pain in the Mind is like a wildfire:
it destroys the peace and quiet
removing the luscious vegetation of Mind
and allowing for renewed growth
tomorrow.
Pain in the Mind is transient, as is Joy.
Both have their purpose, they are tools,
but when one pacifies you
rather than motivating you,
then it is a burden.
I am not immune to my own rants:
I am my closest point of reference.
Inescapably so, in fact.
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 3:07 PM UTC
I'm taking my
time with this one.
I'm going far below
it all,bare with me.
The fear and
the anger level
off the risk,
the pistol and
the black cat
provide me
with composure.
I can still see
it all,
the blood on the
floor,blood
on the memories.
Still feel the tears
as they tumble
in the darkness
of the void.
Have you ever
confronted what it
is that hurts you
in the dark.
Laughed at the
magnitude of your
needs as you fulfilled
the hard times
with all the
wrong things.
I'm venturing
deeper,
there's no turning back
now.
The last words
she said to me
still echo behind the
high.
Failures pass me by
as I remain loyal
to the hunger.
They celebrate in order
to escape.
I burrow deeper into
the tar, chase it all
down with the
cheapest bottle
of the highest proof.
The ringing
of the rush
and the calming of
the fix
taunts my soul.
I continue to
jot it all down,
I allow it to
act as a mediator
between my mind
and this hostile
world.
It pacifies these
terrors,
these desires
and allows me to feel.
I'm pulling back now
the purpose has
been served.
And still I
refuse their
pill formed
cures.
The memories
are still alive
and for this
brief moment
the pain has
ceased.
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 3:19 AM UTC
sun begins
bow to sleep
sets sky
in vermilion haze
present me
with palmful
of touch touch
pacifies palm
could be lined
with sunshine
happy lemonade
threads
Apr 13, 2022
Apr 13, 2022 at 4:20 PM UTC