"perihelion" poems
have you once
thought about
whether or not
moths ever feel
afraid
of getting burned
by the light
they always
and forever
long to chase?
don't you think
they stop
for even a second
to deliberate
about it?
or maybe
to them
and their short life
it was worth it?
hey,
did you consider
that maybe
it's why the have
such short lifespans?
perhaps in the lenses of
miniscule eyes
of ephemeral dismal colors
in this infinite world
the warmth
of flames
are all they live for?
i don't know...
maybe that's why
we humans live longer?
we,
or at least some of us
have the mind enough
to say that
"this is the
"closest"
"i'll ever be'
"to the sun"
before we all turn into ashes.
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 7:12 PM UTC
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Delight’s Despair at setting
Is that Delight is less
Than the sufficing Longing
That so impoverish.
Enchantment’s Perihelion
Mistaken oft has been
For the Authentic orbit
Of its Anterior Sun.
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There was a time when I sang on you forlornly,
So wistfully heraldic,
That I might have thought you worthy
Of a gilded biblical throne of purple-prosed petals.
Let us be grateful then, for the song of perihelion,
And the whispered wisdoms of the dear tropics,
For the fresh breath from these friends whisks me
Back to my wakening, aurelian self.
I weave the holly in my hair,
I hang the mistletoe anew,
For solitary trees stand strong,
Though weighted by the winter’s dew.
I am Helios’s rantipole
I’ve no more time for tears of old,
With so much in me left to grow,
And so far in me left to go.
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 11:00 PM UTC
Atoms skitter to the center
In the square dance of all matter;
Quarks should rotate once around,
Keeping us on earth firm-bound.
Swing your partner far and wide,
Perihelion's kept astride,
And the strings of matter
String along the boson's heart.
Now come together; smatter, scatter;
Atom-smashers do not matter,
For this dance of matter
Truly is a dance of higher art,
Matter curtsys; and there's gravity
Fills in each slight curving cavity-
From above, you'll notice first
It all starts from just one burst-
So the particles keep on dancing,
Midnight comes, and still they're prancing;
Whirling, somersaulting like they never
Dared to dance before;
Keep on watching, as the clocks hands
Travel once more past the grandstand;
We're transfixed since matter never
Let us ever see this door.
We're the eyes and ears that dare
To watch this tantric ballet, bared;
Entanglement seduces; there's no other place to be-
Bow to your partner in this deadly quantum duel of rivalry.
Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 3:03 PM UTC
Perihelion days are here
Whale music and poison kitchens
From rainbows to shadows
This is the ripening
In a house of 1,000 rooms
A girl waved her finger to follow
But swaying her translucent dress
I saw the girl was hollow
Candles in the rain
Battles and butchery
Accidental intoxicants
Take your easel to the streets
Find another road
Avoid the body police
It’s a still world but moving mind
We all end up dead meat
I see them in a psychedelic state
But there’s no love
I met them in an overcrowded place
But it’s no home
Perihelion days are here
As the hours fill with nevers
This is the ripening
Fake flowers last forever
Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 3:39 PM UTC
Figure a trigger
pictured fingers
scratch the brain
pick it **** exposed;
********** minds only craving one more dime.
Insane
vein blade
neck noose
she drinks some to feel loose.
creeping
convulsions
chills christen me a martyr
King of the opiophiles
Christ of the smackheads
Conquering coconaut
Hero to heroinites
Majesty of the methodonians
Glitches in systems revolving
rebel against or kiss them
Ring the bell to bring out the MOB and roll your future to face the dice
who are they ask for advice?
You draw towards these demons while behind you attempt to bask
a mask
Cody raises a flask of poison resentful regrets
Brody the roadie is always on the move
that ****** basement edm dub scene sure did become crass
which only leaves you, alone to groove
and we drink my flask our flask and bask in romance and death
Sorry Sir that you asked…but wait I have one more thought before the session reaches the inevitable conclusive aspect. Listen to my
Unexplained Law
Of
Academic actualizations
Basic casualization
Capital causes compound connections only resulting in casualty
I am orbiting you
Blazing comet
A simple sultry satellite
cold convoluted
Sad
at my farthest reaching far flung Aphelion
Warming and safe at my closest approach to You
Blazing life bringer
Holy holy holy art thou oh Eye of all
Allow me to forever remain at Perihelion
The laws of Keplar could not keep us from colliding
in the end
fire
will be all dividing
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC
I did not know your eyes were blue
Small suns ring your pupils
perihelion
As you come closer
You become significant
light blurs my vision
Polarizing sun
Perpendicular conscience
Horizontal will
~~~
Eyes wide
Ingenue again
You make my toes curl
~~~
Apollo is come
Dionysus cuts loose
Cassandra moans
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 2:00 PM UTC
The moon is content
to believe without
understanding why
she was placed where she
flies, orbiting space
and looking at time.
But the earth wants to know.
It wants to accuse
whoever carved out
its calderas,
and at every aphelion
the moon finds it harder
to move, like she can’t drag
herself back through the blues
of skies one more time.
The tether that holds
them together tears
her apart.
The moon doesn’t get
dizzy, but earth thinks
it’s spinning too fast,
sketches up the sky,
an engineered map of whys,
of stars connected
by thin pencil lines,
she thinks in miracles while it
thinks in margins of error,
equations, exponents.
On nights when she glows
green, the moon envies those pairs
who favor the power of two
because she squints and sees
the blueshift in earth’s eyes
as it crashes closer,
time spills out behind her,
space suffocates
between them, closer,
perihelion come,
and she blinks and sees
earth’s caldera eyes
raised to nothing.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 8:25 AM UTC
it’s not like I think it was meant to be this way
our pasts are woven into tapestries our bruises
look the same
“she took a beating and so did you” I know. I felt it too
the puddles of our footprints run together the winds that shaped you
ground me to the dirt
the rest of this journey was a blur but I remembered you
“she took a beating and she’s
beautiful”
you’re the rarest thing I’ve ever loved you’re the purest thing in me
the first time I saw you your story was rewritten in my eyes
with the first note of your copper voice you took me and ever since
I run blood red,
heart, and all,
I want nothing more than my hands in yours, for once
it’s like you could love me without killing me too
(I am used to teeth and claws they ate our hearts out,
you and me,
all this time, my face blood red,
all blood, and all)
it’s not fair of me to drag you back into this, and
with my hand on my healing throat I will not say anything at all
our pasts on leashes left on trees our bruises
look the same (like sour galaxies, like stains,
our skin blood red,
stars, and all)
you’re the purest thing I’ve ever loved, I love you
(love you, love you, and all)
in you I run blood red, heart, and all, and
for once it doesn’t feel like dying
with your hands on my busted knees I will not say anything at all
“she took a beating
and she left”
(as well she should)
someday I will let you go but we will run blood red,
hearts, star-crossed, and all
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
To zenith we are
Moving closer and closer -
Perihelion
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
All the way to the back
Keep it cold
Mysteries move amidst the crowd
Wake of Leviathans
Pull through, who has your back?
grey friends, placeless, orbits askew
you are a perihelion, a vertigo of swarm technology, existing to exist,
why, why breathe, why currents running tracks, find the summer still, still here
She has blue eyes, is this the future. pulled from the past, so close to dead
one last shot.
Failed itch of v vs. w who wins, deflation, unimpressive
die for this or ever saved by the prince, is the glass coffin too battered?
Did the witch win after all these years, these fractured candy colored clouds,
even death may die
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 12:21 AM UTC
I make a jest of your many dimensions
curving our time
and its massive indentions
Reaching for me as a wave, as a particle,
your lightness of limb
you’re the genuine article
Sol invictus, opportune
white hot and yielding sun
you are the cause of my strange perihelion
Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 3:10 PM UTC
*HOPE
Laying atop the carved-stone mesa,
feeling the chill of Perihelion’s air,
I am seeing long past millennia
in the night sky.
Snuggled inside my bed roll dreams
I feel earth’s motion
swirl distant galaxies,
as your red-shift light warms my face,
a celestial journey begun long before
our sun,
this planet was even formed.
Stardust memories blaze the night sky.
Each point a puzzle
holding onto so many whys,
giving forth, shouting out their mysteries
and expanding sighs.
Suddenly, in a snap shot moment
of earthly time,
I stand naked to face you
and your far distant hue,
as the rhythm of the wind,
its winter rhyme,
tussles my hair,
tingles my skin.
You are probably long gone
but I had to wave,
shout out my incantations,
acknowledge your presence
and warm glow sensations.
Standing, arms stretched wide,
Naked to the stars
I can sense your aeons ago reply:
“We are children of the skies
you and I.
the creation of melting nebulae
transformed into conscious activity.
I will know you
by the tracks you leave
by the way you persevere
in seeking and up-holding truth
in bettering the spirit of humankind.
I will know you by your smile.”
Aeons ago I sensed your touch.
As I raced back to the warmth awaiting
within these bed roll dreams,
I felt earth’s motion
rotate distant galaxies.
Staring into your starry night,
smiling at all the unknown,
I am ready for
all earth changing possibilities,
hastened along by distant hues
riding on this winter’s wind.
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Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 11:15 AM UTC
you were golden
and filled with fire
exploding with life
you flickered and flared
in my washed out,
moonless night
i was silver and cold
and i found myself drawn
like a moth to a flame
and i thought i would burn.
but when our paths brushed
and i lingered too close
to the sun...
you were warm, you were warm
(and you would never hurt me)
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 6:51 PM UTC
where does a flower
keep its flaring memories?
in the petals, loincloths
light-skinned in
resplendent ephemera.
or in the thorns,
prickly music of
an esoteric cadence
without falter,
blood upon blood,
flesh upon flesh,
ash upon ash
tumult of pains and the eclipse
of a broken archipelago.
in the stem,
bending to the oppressing wind.
like your body upon my body
swaying to the sound that no
ears hear underneath rivers
and the sorry tale of
weightless drowning no eyes
ever witnessed.
in the hands of the wind
is where they are kept.
moonlight shines its
perihelion mouth across borders
of untouched reminiscences
and we have called them names
and similar aches as rain
dropped like a net of sadness
or the debris of a ruin,
betrayed by the thirst of our
lips when we longed for the sea
and failed to heed its
cerulean calling.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC
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May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 10:04 AM UTC