"perceives" poems
I hear your name everywhere
Your whispers in the buzzing of the bees
Your exasperated sighs in the beeping of the cars
Your ecstatic storytelling in the humdrum of random noises
I see you in every hue
Your calm demeanor in shades of blue
Your road rage in shades of red
Your cheeky laugh in shades of yellow
I taste you in every way
Your kiss in this smooth black chocolate
The warmth of your hand in this bowl of soup
Your icy stare in gulping this cold water
I smell you in every scent
Your warm hug in this cup of coffee
Your compassion in this bouquet of Stargazers
Your glistening eyes in this cigarette
Doctors, please help me
I have the rarest case of synesthesia
When it comes to you,
My brain malfunctions
My senses, once numb, feel everything
All at once
In the most passionate and
In the most heightened sense
To feel you in everything.
To experience you in every way.
My eyes only see you
My nose only smells you
My tongue only craves you
My ears only hear you
My brain only perceives you
My synesthesia
Is only in the form of you.
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 9:38 AM UTC
when i have thought of you somewhat too
much and am become perfectly and
simply Lustful….sense a gradual stir
of beginning muscle,and what it will do
to me before shutting….understand
i love you….feel your suddenly body reach
for me with a speed of white speech
(the simple instant of perfect hunger
Yes)
how beautifully swims
the fooling world in my huge blood,
cracking brains A swiftlyenormous light
—and furiously puzzling through,prismatic,whims,
the chattering self perceives with hysterical fright
a comic tadpole wriggling in delicious mud
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Summer begins to have the look
Peruser of enchanting Book
Reluctantly but sure perceives
A gain upon the backward leaves—
Autumn begins to be inferred
By millinery of the cloud
Or deeper color in the shawl
That wraps the everlasting hill.
The eye begins its avarice
A meditation chastens speech
Some Dyer of a distant tree
Resumes his gaudy industry.
Conclusion is the course of All
At most to be perennial
And then elude stability
Recalls to immortality.
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The nature of infinity is this: That everything has its
Own Vortex, and when once a traveller thro' Eternity
Has pass'd that Vortex, he perceives it roll back behind
His path, into a globe itself infolding like a sun,
Or like a moon, or like a universe of starry majesty,
While he keeps onwards in his wondrous journey on the earth,
Or like a human form, a friend with whom he liv'd benevolent.
As the eye of man views both the east & west encompassing
Its vortex, and the north & south with all their starry host,
Also the rising sun & setting moon he views surrounding
His corn-fields and his valleys of five hundred acres square,
Thus is the earth one infinite plane, and not as apparent
To the weak traveller confin'd beneath the moony shade.
Thus is the heaven a vortex pass'd already, and the earth
A vortex not yet pass'd by the traveller thro' Eternity.
from The Illuminated Prophetic Books Milton
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC
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The Clover’s simple Fame
Remembered of the Cow—
Is better than enameled Realms
Of notability.
Renown perceives itself
And that degrades the Flower—
The Daisy that has looked behind
Has compromised its power—
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Purple—is fashionable twice—
This season of the year,
And when a soul perceives itself
To be an Emperor.
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SHE alone....
accentuates beauty,
her existence alone amplifies
why true perfection lies... in natural imperfection,
... and that....
...is the epitome of gorgeous,
wondrous...
A mysterious entity that makes me quiver at the nurturing womanhood...
.simplistic..
. True divinity, divinity that speaks to my soul in a language with roots far deeper than Latin...
A supernatural being that cannot be restricted by definition,
for it would only be an affliction
of her capacity,
so im left with nothing in which her beauty can be compared to,
for it's strength is far greater than any other force
....the beauty of a woman...
The embrace of her warmth and grace...
The softness...the independence...
The "love me for who I am"
...and i will..because....
it will always be more than enough...
and anyone who perceives it as less
...has never known true beauty
in the essence of a real woman ...
Thank you,
Thank you for teaching me compassion...
And passion...
sacrifice....
The bitter in bitter sweet, that is
arguably sweeter than the sweet...
A woman is much more than who she is,
but what she is...
and what she stands for...
It makes me strive to better myself as a man, so I do not let her down
...like I have....before
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
Family: a group of individuals living under one roof and usually under one head.
I need to know the meaning of the word family.
The true meaning.
For years it has eluded me.
But not today.
The family,
your family,
my family,
our families.
What the world perceives and what I perceive as family,
Are the same in words but not in thought.
My wish is for everything to be as one.
No separation of any kind.
When you hear the word family, what comes to mind?
Love and affection?
Support and acceptance?
Haha, I'll tell you about my family.
I've learned that it's immoral to be who you are,
To question how you grew up.
It's wrong to have an opinion..
In my family.
It's wrong to stand for justice,
To turn away from hypocrisy.
To live your life as you intended it to be.
In my family.
You do your best to please,
But then you end up on your knees.
Begging to be accepted..
But forever being rejected.
Does this define family for you?
Yes? No?
Most definitely not for me.
But here's my definition too.
Family: the people who love & accept you for all that you are.
I hear the word family and I think of the people who support me in everything that I do..
They pick me up, not kick me, when I fall.
They understand, they're always there when I call.
They believe when no one else does.
A saying goes,
'You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them.'
This means nothing to me.
Blood makes you related, but loyalty makes you family.
So in the eyes of my blood,
I failed to do right and chose to do wrong.
I chose love & unity
Over pain & anxiety.
The cycle ended.
My wounds are mended.
I am happy.
Because I now know,
The true meaning of
Family.
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
Men clad cleanly, polished boots and bowler hats,
Women wearing short skirts or long dress,
Boys no longer boys deny their old,
With rock and rap, skate shoes; how bold!
Indifferently they carry on,
I am you, and you are him,
She is fat and she is slim,
Registered in heads dead depth,
As we pretend to see no man who chokes on crystal ****
Like the jaded sidewalkers,
Who cram these city streets;
A glance is but acknowledgment,
As all shuffle in quick feet.
To say the least, we will pay none,
To those who are not us;
To say the least, we think we've won,
Ignore the drunk mans fuss.
Like the jaded sidewalkers,
Who view in black-and-white;
No middle-ground perceives a frown,
As they sleep amid streetlights.
The morning rush and nightly blitz,
As people scurry too,
Destinations, dealing smiles;
Self-help books to start anew.
As talk through text, online, or phone,
Dominates the daze,
Indifferently, ignore eachother,
"Nothing need be said inside this maze."
The CEO, he acts as King,
With peasants treated well;
Their brains blunted to buried states,
"He's bad; but he'll get his due in hell."
Everyday they rise early,
To catch the mornings speed;
"I do this by the clock because,
A life, so rich, I'll lead."
"Conforming kills the mindless soul,
To fight off human urge;"
You're free, yet unaware of this,
So conforming, you won't purge.
Like the jaded sidewalkers,
Who, like zombies, follow sway,
A human hand on island sand,
'I saw him not,' or so I say.
Sep 13, 2010
Sep 13, 2010 at 9:17 PM UTC
from afar I can hear
the words travel long
oozing a trail of sweet
covered in camouflage
no one perceives
rose petal parade
north blowing wind
carries the souls
held in the strongest of arms
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
U for Unilateralis Cordyceps. The fungus enters an ant's body through its respiration. It invades it's brain and changes how it perceives smell, because ants do everything they do from their smell of pheromones, right? So this microscopic little fungal spore, then makes the ant climb up the stem of a plant and bite hard on a leaf, with an abnormal force. The fungus then kills the ant, and continues to grow, leaving the ant's exoskeleton intact. So, a small fungus drives an ant around as a vehicle, uses it as food and shelter and then as the ultimate monument to itself. And when the fungus is ready to reproduce, its fruiting bodies grow from the ant's head and rupture releasing the spores, letting the wind carry them to more unsuspecting food. There, our entire idea of free will down the bin.
One single small fungus spore does that to an ant. You have trillions of bacteria in your body. How do you know where you end, and where your environment begins.
We invent God, soul... heaven, afterlife...even life-imitating technology, all sorts of transcendence to cope with the idea of an absolute end. And then, we die for an idea that promises us some sort of immortality.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 4:00 AM UTC
Just as the pyramids would,
In the deserts of Cairo,
Snow-capped mountains gleam distant,
As if Kings on the Main.
This distance complete,
Through the eyes of the beholder,
As from a sea-sided office,
We with watch with wonder lust.
Bright streetlights,
And red lights, and green lights,
And stop signs,
As decadent name-change,
Perceives as if older,
As bigger, as bolder.
Musicians and artists,
Poets and Marxists,
Authors and boxers,
All convene to sing songs,
As egalitarianism,
Sings us a calm, blinded lullaby,
As the idea to be grasped,
In this young mind of mine.
They call this no small town,
In which not one arcade resides;
Gun crime is never,
In percent, as we ride,
A wave of communal,
Small-town "world peace,"
We'll take some money,
Off the governments lease.
In a sense we are distant,
Different, contesting,
A world which conforms,
As if all can and will be,
A slave to a master,
Sociopathic disaster,
As we run faster and faster,
Away from that stream.
We are the masters of our fate,
As we rate the world's hate,
On a scale from 1 to 10.
We are secluded,
Yet unconfused, not diluted;
We are more aware of this world,
Than it is of itself.
We set the sidelines,
As guidelines to life,
As we watch with some bias,
As we remain neutral to strife.
We are the Power,
And we are the River,
Ripped from the main-stream,
We create; we are free.
Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 10:29 PM UTC
each moment perceives new ecstasies through me,
as vision locks on every shifting road
still leading home, most fervently.
percolated dreams reveal
the seeds that have been well concealed.
as each moment waves so delicately
mimicking a cloth in the breeze,
in the breath of an exhale
a future is foreseen
within me.
ॐ
boiling from me is
the steam of my awareness,
as the torch within now flares.
flowing gently into the air I breathe,
consciousness solidifies chemically;
vibrant harmony extends,
as minds eye stares.
at this place inside me
where I will dwell eternally,
embracing all I've made.
despite a razor thin gaze,
all roads lead home.
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 1:45 PM UTC
I am ugly.
Maybe not in the way the human race perceives the word, but in the way I perceive the word.
I am ugly,
whether that is in the way I smile, look, dress or the way I see the world.
Maybe,
life isn’t about seeing the yourself as beautiful; maybe it’s about seeing yourself
as ugly,
as dull,
as plain,
as unappealing as it is and still, above all of that,
loving everything ugly, dull, plain and unappealing.
I don’t mind being ugly,
because ugly is what I want to be.
You hear someone say the word ugly and you think negatively. Ugly, in my mind, is even better than beautiful.
Everything has beauty, but only real things have flaws.
Being ugly is not about being unappealing to the eye,
but being appealing to the heart.
I embrace the fact that I am and always will be ugly.
I like it that way.
I am full of flaws.
I have crawled my way out of hell and got a little banged up along the way,
whether that is what someone means by the word ugly I am okay with that.
I am banged up.
I am flawed.
I am imperfect, defective, faulty, distorted, inaccurate, incorrect, erroneous, imprecise, fallacious and most of all ugly.
The most shocking part of all of this is that,
you are too.
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
I'm becoming a monster
I'm becoming a monster!
Clawed my way out the gutter
My rage is what allows me to conquer!
I'm becoming a monster.
I'm becoming a tyrant
RUN, RUN, RUN
old feelings and brains that are mindless
Love that grew old and moments that were timeless
I'M A MONSTER!
scripted in my own story to **** and defeat
destroy and watch the innocent decease.
I'm...I'm not a monster.
I am a victim
a victim to what every woman I have ever been with...
now perceives me as.
every friend that's ever judge me
every family member that's looked at me strange
deranged... yet, I was just misunderstood
or... am I a monster? I think not
(I transform)
*Yet, the blood rushes through my veins
as I think of you in pain...
It's like a sudden high for me
to see your heart gasping for air and your mind trapped in chains
You're so vain. You're so weak!
my lips tingle and hands cringe when you speak.
You were an angel to me 8 months a go...now you're a demon who like the devil, reaps...what is it you seek?
INNOCENTS!
what is it you say... FINISH HIM.
Now you're scared...and you should be...
The tables have turned
I'm the monster now.
I will expose you!
it's your demising moment...I seek.*
(transforms back)
I lost it...Control...Hope...Sanity...
Myself and now...
You.
but you were already lost
You were already gone.
My transformation was caused by you.
I'm not a monster...I'm a creation of your twisted dark fantasy,
of your poison.
**Because really...
The monster...
Is you.**
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 2:45 PM UTC
Time flies away,
Not everything we expect stays...
Incremates our feelings deep down.
The heavenly dreams, the joyful moments, all gone astray.
Colours fade away,
The brightness of life turning dark...
Perceives everything as scary.
The understanding ones, the
Confidence, all turned into ashes.
People walk away,
The crowd decreasing into a few....
Touching reality from the pinnacle of life.
The merriment, the enthusiasm, all wipe away.
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 4:40 AM UTC
Seasoned Love's silent discourse,
Dusk of the long distance,
Beneath the mantle of lament
The peak bloom, gnawing decay,
Obscure
The weight of favor;
Annealing fire, moulded by
Winds of duration
Unfastening the raw surf of sorrow.
Incipient caprice, theft of occlusion
Colored by common defiance,
Vile tremors of privation-
Native enclave,
The province of
Vacant, age-eaten elucidation.
The tangled weave, pathos and ethos
Vested
Interior acquisition,
Furrowed paths of countenance
Evincive and drawn,
Affinity found, inhabiting the palisades
Of Immersion.
A furtive glance harbors
The trained gaze whose
Immanent flame-
Emergent
Serous source,
Imbued piercing latency;
A taste of
The fountainhead.
Unprobed theater of the absolute.
Thin supple pith
Identity sealed in skin
Perambulator of meaning and
Lineaments of cure.
Bearing the image of ubiquity
Perceives in the other,
Immortality.
Sacramental Eros,
Subsumes the
Capacity to treasure.
©2013 W.S. Warner
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 2:51 AM UTC
There she goes again
She pops another pill to find bliss.
Her hallucinations of the mirages she perceives to be real make her free..free from the chains of reality.
If she could make a wish
She'd wish that this high would be eternally.
She had a beautiful smile
though she was in the dark
it evoked thoughts of fire flies.
She pops another pill..her emancipation from reality
It's the only thing that keeps her sane and afloat in this sea,her tears.
She smiled again
And ironically I saw her beauty within.
Slowly she fades away
As I woke up from my dream
A beautiful dream.
She was a deity. A beautiful deity,that awaits me to save her when my conscious to this world is no longer awakening.
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 2:44 PM UTC
The kaleidoscopic view one perceives,
the material world (and its proclivities)
is the architecture of five senses,
along with the juggler, cognitive mind.
Beyond the shores of the river,
frothing, foaming, flowing mind,
sits the tiger, eyes glowing,
infinite, cosmic consciousness,
ready to eat every illusory construct,
liberate, self and proclaim
"There are no two, everything in cosmos is one"
The benevolent tiger watches the space,
we think real,
its eyes unblinking, waiting,
for the igneous moment of merging
sitting beyond the other shore of mind,
it wordlessly assert,"Time is imagined"
**Enlightenment, the door to
transcendence opens
only beyond the realm of time**
When the tiger leaps across
and makes its ****
the door to eternal light is opened,
The tiger is deaf to pleas and demands,
this hunter hunts preys of his choice,
at that moment of alchemy,
the tiger will appear from nowhere,
as savior, obliterator of illusions.
He enters through the door,
of silver morning light.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 5:19 AM UTC
Love is a roller-coaster with volatile emotions emerging from within.
To deny its existence will inevitably cause irrefutable sorrow guiltier than a sin.
Tis’ is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
Oh, the wise words of Alfred Lord Tennyson, how you enlighten us from afar.
An unfathomable angst intertwined with a euphoric state of passion.
Caged with inaction yet stupefied by its glorious reaction.
This volatility is not confusion, you see.
I am witnessing myriad waves of emotions emerging from the abyss within me!
Is it true? Could it be?
Has my unconscious decided to compose a poetic tragedy out of me?
Triggering aloofness and indifference to the goodness it perceives?
Have I become too jaded to feel real love literally?
This tender feeling deriving from my soul,
Yearns to journey beyond the engrained barb-wired pine road.
However, the universe continues to reverse the roles.
Now it's apathy that causes the heartache of this man’s soul.
By: Michael M. De La Fuente
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
We cannot seem to understand
that one perceives personally with limited scope,
a minuscule allotment, a slippery vision of time.
We believe to hold witness to a great single minded river,
this metaphor is bought wholly
and sold solely to sweeten our short life-
As one word often leads to the next,
a parent sires child
thinking this is the most powerful measurement of truth
we use to falsely foolproof our assurances
and assuage any feeling of being a victim,
eaten by time.
It is a shared dream of the dead man's final words-
they carry weight, meaning and purpose.
Needing to be painfully comprehended and carried self evident.
A literary reflection of our need for death to matter,
to have matter and be of substance is a view of ourselves linearly,
as a line drawn between birth to death
then- maybe
a cathartic eternity.
Apr 16, 2011
Apr 16, 2011 at 8:13 AM UTC
Pausing briefly, gathering further instruction
The evil Eye of Baar reflects
Upon a memory, near complete conception.
With all hearing soul and forming sensors
The evil Eye of Baar absorbs
Only pertinent waves from its passive donors.
Passing shadows, focusing hard detail
The evil Eye of Baar perceives
Enough truth to know how not to fail.
Come the distant death and lengthening span
The evil Eye of Baar flaunts
Just future birth to compliment an evil plan.
Plans shaped, Spontaneity becoming colder
The evil Eye of Baar warms
To eventual visions and power growing bolder.
Sold on tyrannical tactics and plotted course
The evil Eye of Baar dims
To possible defeat and attack to its source.
Intuition dying, reflex receded by design
The evil Eye of Baar succumbs
Unlike mortals, helpless in death, forced to resign.
Sep 30, 2009
Sep 30, 2009 at 3:32 PM UTC
When you look in your reflection
Tell me what you see
You see the person that you pretend to be
And everyone else can see
But you can put your guard down
When you hang out with me
How come you can’t see yourself
How everyone perceives you to be
Your many insecurity’s, it’s all humor to me
Your smile is sweet, your personality is forgiving
But your eyes are fierce and your chest is burning
Everyday you’re learning more about yourself
And I can’t wait to see you
Take a step out
Because you’re a beautiful person
Inside and out
you’re like a lion in a cage and i want to let you out
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
heart: THAT IS IT! THAT IS IT!
ENOUGH I SAY! IT STOPS NOW!
THE LINE IS HERE! I DRAW IT IN THIS STEEL FLOOR! NO PASSING THE LINE!
brain: we've been floating for 5 hours. Do you want to go back?
Heart: FLOATING?!? I'LL TELL OF WHAT FLOATING IS! Never more can a seed bear stem if it has no subsidence to sustain it's sacred geometry! The growth of one that is physical is the same as one that is emotional!
Brain: .. so yes, when an apple is ripe it volunteers it's nutrients. When a woman is ready she will open her heart, yes?
Heart: AN APPLE CAN HEAR ITSELF BEING EATEN! WHAT OR WHOM WOULD INDULGE IN SUCH A SOUND?!
brain: a man gives a woman his trust, just like a woman gives her trust to a man. Who would want that thrown in their face?
Heart: are you saying an apple can be compared to a human in this sense then?
Brain: apples are inanimate and without emotions heart.
Heart:........does that mean they want to hear themselves being ATE!?!
brain: it's science. Just because a tree is technically alive, doesn't mean it perceives it.
Heart: ENOUGH! This time is different brain. If a human doesn't want to be hurt why should the apple be hurt.
Brain: apples don't have nerves heart.
Heart: so what?! You're saying they can HEAR themselves being chewed and it isn't painful????!!!!
Brain: ....... yes....
Heart: ..ya?... hahaha? Why.
Brain: I don't truly know.
Heart: HA!! then HOW?!?!
Brain: science.
Heart:..............I forgot what I was talking about.
Brain: she dumped you. You did your best. Even to give her a pat on the back although you wanted to give her a talk of a century. You let her go because you love her. She didn't feel the same at the end of the day, even if she did at the beginning. She is complex, and causes pain suddenly to avoid pain long term. You are a soilder. And would rather take the pain to what ever end to get to what you are trying to believe. You believe in love so much that it isn't tolerated when you get broken again. Because of your intention. And you know what? Your intention shows. Because instead of showing your pain to her, you wished her well, like a bad *** Then came home, got drunk, destroyed your bedroom, and started talking to me, looking for sympathy... but you should know me by now.
You are so refreshing heart. I can't remember if I've ever felt a thing.
But out of all my knowledge, I'm still unsure as to if you have a mind of your own or not.
Heart: and what gives you this authority over me? Huh?
Brain: 42
Heart:....................so you THINK you're all that eh?????
Brain: I know buddy. How do you FEEL?
heart: D*MNIT BRAIN!!!!
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 12:53 PM UTC