"permeation" poems
A repelling sensation
Permeation of sound
Or temperature
Impossible
A moment, a day
Eternity
Organs slow, pumping
Softly, so as not to awaken the real
Vulnerable and courageous
Becoming a partnership between a drip of fear
And the end, arriving as
Seas fill ridges and valleys,
Crevices of corpses
A new bite on each blade of
Crumbling spirits
Pickling at each span of one's own whisper
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 11:22 AM UTC
Behind these eyes, insanity
a slow permeation of a voice
screaming truths and half truths
I just don’t want to listen
so I flood the head
just to drown the haunting
but it is ******* immortal
every night I send an eagle
to gnaw on the larynx
every morning it’s there to greet
disguised as a fictional friend
fiend. I meant fiend.
it’s kudzu it’s ******* kudzu
every day is a mid spring day
even in winters delicate palms
I spend the nights soaking in a bath
last night I let the water taste my tongue
soon it will feast on my lungs
I can go out like Plath
except my poems are bad
and my novel is only a paragraph
I will not
let the inner
demons win.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC
In experience you have learned
which tunnel to explore.
You enter this
tunnel for promises of
"gold and precious things!".
But this promise
did not enter through ear;
but thoracic permeation
Well prepared having
spelunk'ed before;
light- your pack
light- in hand.
Climbing, scrounging to escape
the tight entrance with
jagged rocks and false paths
it's many turns and falls-
although you cannot keep
your flashlight straight
experience triumphs, as in
a maze done quickly
once done before.
One strong pull
emerging through;
cave's pupil dilates.
Ground so smooth and wet
though wise to walk
we tend to slide
why?
Faster to the gold
Faster for exhilaration
Faster because faster!
and... why not?
hitting rough spots mid-slide
pain in debt to speed.
You let your feet
gain some tract
as the tunnel
narrows
Solomatic mind; without
doubt- body complies.
A slight gust tickles
but this tunnel is not through...
Alas! A shining shimmer is seen!
The earth is rough
to navigate
difficult; (but shimmers numb the sense)
pain soon saturates and stops your
smallest movement, heartbeat, fidget,
thought... The light is moving near?
As tunnels break space and time
and especially direction
feel as though you've lifted up
and the cave, the light, and all
rushes to you.
The sound of breathing relocates,
oh, yes that's you.
gun to back, hostage of Aphrodite
running, sprinting, breathless
you seek this precious shimmer
soon to realize it's coming
faster, harder, alarming to
you.
Looking ahead-
Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap
the sound the light bequeaths
not from ten feet but maybe
five, you realize it's you
heavy- pack
heavy- darkness follows
sprinting, pushing through.
And the entrance could not be any farther.
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 5:24 PM UTC
The knife I take down my throat
To vindicate my thoughts
Of ruinous infection,
Deceives all sensation,
All thoughts, and ceases
To exist myself,
Until the blade conceals,
And the only tell
Of even its unsheathing
Is that of the daylight
Pouring in through
Windows of which
I had forgotten,
To strike the flower
I left out alone in the open.
The scent of the previous day
Made aware though permeation
From the bottles
Left open
To fill the air
With their intention,
But lit candles
Will once again
Flush the awful realization,
As the day sheds colors
To the night,
And when the music hits,
And the temperament
Fills veins with built and bottled-up
Stresses, the candles will smell great
As the chaser takes away the sting
From the blade,
And the flower, unconcealed,
Let without any pressures
Or internal guilt,
Finally able to be myself,
If only for one more night.
Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 5:42 PM UTC
I don’t want to be a tourist,
but a traveler in your land
I want to be a wanderer
lost in the most unlikely trails
For your chaste beauty lies in
Those long abandoned grounds
Of wildly growing weeds and the
Secret tunnels you have built for
The permeation of your
Hymns and cries,
I am aware that you have been haunted by
The crawling black clouds, and i
Can’t always promise to paint rainbows
In your skies or straighten your paths,
But I know that I will love
Every of your rain drops and
Sound of thunder, I will dance in your
Barren lands and climb every of your hills
Because of all the lands I have traveled,
Only yours feels closest to home.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC
N Y’s serrated skyline,
a pale blue sleeps on teal.
But cut out
the distant end of it
and something of that shade
might wake
from under there, I feel.
The cross which I tend
to see is nearer than
N Y. It is rusting
an old green garden on it
and there is much strangely
colored gray living in
the winding motions above it.
The last of the sun, it dying
again pours libations of
pink upon the summit.
The view is far to me
yet brings me close
to a sky’s permeation.
(Been dragging me forward
a while now to its edge,
this now ever wasting.)
This is much like the way
the Torre fell through
my eyes, pending inward
upon some mind, which
I tried to catch in my gray
gray matter (sitting next
to her) like that was
the last essential task.
I said keep it keep it.
Did not keep it. It passed.
The blue is changing now—
lighter, paler, ghost-like.
If you were here
you would know the color.
(It is the sheet spread over
when things are lifted
as if born.) Lights, smaller
than skin water specs
begin to glimmer.
A breath is a crumpled
thing, used and used but
never wasted. When I
breathe to breathe I
remember to keep
breathing. And when the
world enters my lungs,
I can choose when to
exhale time—if I breathe
to breathe.
More speckling of sky skin.
The shades are fading, darker.
Suffused under, the clouds
congregate in covers.
The Brooklyn museum
is some pantheon upon
my roman hill from here.
The street lamps flame
orange as if it all was a
constant procession
towards the unceremonious
entrance, through the changing
gates, to the unknowing
home of being.
(The blue has fallen
from the sky and dropped
onto the roofs.)
The impossibly colored
clouds smoke up in
one heap from the end,
still the same distance—
far away. (But there still
is blue behind me.
A blue has kept away
from the end.
The cross has blackened.)
I wish not to leave this
Brooklyn roof. But I have
chosen to sleep on a bed.
One day
I will sleep on a roof.
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 8:21 PM UTC
Bittersweet love
like roses
on your wooden fence
thorns that *****
my fingers
Two bodies
make love
like roses
sweet, divine, intense
A fragrance
that never leaves
its permeation
fills the air
the sunken stems
dancing in their last droplets
Vast openings
her voice glistening
inside a narrow glass
of my deepest entanglements
and her wildest dreams
Bittersweet love
like roses
never escaping me
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 9:25 PM UTC
#
There is a thickness to Presence
when light has fully come.
It does not press—
it holds.
It gathers around you
like dusk after heat,
like blankets not laid over
but risen up from within.
You don’t need to speak.
You don’t need to explain.
You don’t need to hide—
because you are already
hidden
in the Light itself.
And in that hiding,
healing begins.
Here, the ache is not judged.
Here, the story is not required.
Here, breath is enough..
***Not because it was taught to grow,
but because it remembered
what warmth feels like..***
That slow kindle of hope
becomes heat again—
flames returning
to the heart’s own hearth,
too long left cold
by darkness and despair..
A hearth that survived
on wet matchsticks—
built only
by its own need to endure.
---
It is the hearthfire
that feels the light of hope
first.
The more ash-strewn,
the more hollow,
the deeper the heat
of Light’s permeation.
---
So the soul,
once clenched around its pain,
softens.
Not all at once.
Not forever.
But enough.
Enough to rest.
Enough to believe--
that warmth this deep
could only come
from the Giver of Light
..who never left.
And in that warmth—
without pressure,
without fear..
everything begins again.
#
Apr 8, 2025
Apr 8, 2025 at 7:09 PM UTC
flashes of your smile
I'm growing less bitter
this familiar mile
is now littered with her
I don't know how
to kiss your lips
I need it now at a
moment like this
I need your beauty
beside me
I need to erase
my shame
a windchill a
sun beam
there saying
my name
nature is green
with envy of thee
the falling leaves
are of my own body
in tow of
the spirit that
has now
known yours
found hidden beaches
felt the snow storms
I'm willing to learn the
things you want me to
if that's now what it
takes to get
to you
I've since learned new
things, though my
pride still burns
it's with unfamiliar
brightness that
my heart now
yearns
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 2:59 PM UTC
Androgynous souls stiffen in their stews
With ambiguous thoughts they claim is news
They clash their opinions until the last breath
But all in all, they're destined for the same death
Let's see how many of them will bite
Let's see them fight!
They're scrounging for that last word to have
Dividing themselves from the true issues
A million bodies are starving to death
Spreading cancer plagues their friends
One by one, they will die
But they just want to be right
Every night
Until they're evaporated into a morsel
Of their own self-esteem
Turning into victims from their own throats
As long as they get to ****
The Turncoat
A massacre behind the sheet
Will bring defeat
To the service of a crime
When it's time to die
From accolades bought by them
A wealthy force
Against the source of progress
Tesla's tomb screams out
What a waste, it is a disgrace
Humankind throwing away
As the time draws near
Their fleeting final chance
To relinquish to their world
Entitlement is becoming
Humanity's turncoat
Race relations have gone back in time
Teaching to always expect the worst
The skeletons find their way out
From the past's catacombs
A national war is now imminent
Your youthful seed shall be armed
And you'll find there is no way out
Another kid is shot in the streets
"A gentle breeze"
It brushes onto the bodybag
Of which was once your son
Devastation ideation
Permeation into the kindred psyche
A massive turn to the fourth *****
As buildings crumble under morale
But hey, it was a good run
Until they worshipped decapitation
Becoming a worldwide ************
Another soul is blind in the streets
An eye for an eye
A shot for a shot
Now we all must die
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 4:17 PM UTC
#
Your ******* when love-based
within their beautiful forming,
and then glorious unfolding
are Love and Light's extracorporeal
pulsings;
***focusing l o v e t on e d
sonic shockwaves directly at the machine's
extremely intricate innerworkings..***
Having, through years of horror-based
survival tactics; in desperation.. slowly learned;
now ingrained-- softening up the very
innerwall-linings of your very spirit
in such a way as to unknowingly
provide footing
for the machine's deep embedment,
and then, permeation of all things
previously, you..
having now enwrapped itself into
your very sinews
holding your precious spirit captive
from the the soar
These passionate, late night forays
outside the wire with you
are not exploitative, but instead
are love-driven deeply focused,
fully intentioned pingings of Light's
Relational sound waves
aimed directly at the beautiful you
held so tightly, so covetously by the machine
as your wonderfully nectar-filled body
responds late at night, aligning
to the me, you have come to know..
heightening your beautiful response
to the point of screaming, passionate release--
your own, fully love based..
extracorporeal..
unwelcoming, of the machine.
#
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 9:14 AM UTC
I should have been there
I should have said to hell with it,
I will believe!
in you, in me, we two will last eternal
THIS is our time
I should have smelled your hair,
known the layers
of dark waves that adorn your face
like the halo of a perfect celestial creature
yes, the stars themselves bore little bursts to knit
together the incomparable exquisiteness of you:
elusive scientist
pretty boy
Apollo
you are magic, you are water in the shape of a man
perfect among both men and women,
a sensual mystery of sinewy limbs,
sculpted lips, eyes peering out like dark brown moons
We should have been there
in the songs of life upon the sun
your long, thin fingers interlocked with mine
my heart singing louder, our suns strum the music
oh how your eyes see me, how it feels to be seen by you
your words: I inspire your concept of the cosmos
and I am the only pure entity you have ever known
The last time I touched you, Oct 2012
instantly transported
held by you and fall skies
showing me wonderment, and taking it from me
convergence of our air mixed inside collective lungs
gentle, so gentle the demeanor of your form
permeation in aroma
muffins, tea, your clothes
your breath...
the unmistakable addictive scent of your mouth
bones pressed together, and I cried, with the words
"I still love you, you still love me
and that’s not my imagination"
we in agreement, that it would always be true
as long as the galaxies keep motion alive
My need to kiss you;
undeniable, unending, insatiable need
you could not kiss me back,
for the woman
who would eventually
give you a son
but you let me kiss you
You let me kiss you
and sent me on my way
trying, for the rest of my life
to turn everyone I meet,
into you
Jul 5, 2024
Jul 5, 2024 at 1:55 PM UTC
Organizing the desk
on solid wood
if only i
understood
Sorting the papers,
a perpetual mess,
thoughts
my mind
wishes
to confess.
Shredding the confidentials
security measures,
they could never
understand
my secret treasures.
Boxing the pictures
with pain
inside
nonetheless,
the moon moves
along with the tide.
Time is always changing,
looking from
within.
I know the life
I must choose,
But you?
will undoubtably
see it,
a life full of sin.
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC
mining my jewels
tapping into a new field
one undisturbed
one layered for this time.
tunneling through each.
permeation of the rocks and such.
traveling deeper into my core.
burning my oil.
releasing its essence to be free.
being my own resource.
charging my self.
internal viewpoint is path
of least resistance.
trusted, tested, outlasted.
looking within, depending on she.
trusted, tested, outlasted.
confidence in my stance, here.
planting seeds, watching others grow.
sprouting using stored energy,
moments waiting to be.
infinity and, still too...
moments of me... as I search for you.
that grace of the waves
that smell, of energy being made.
charged, welcome, at last
home is recognized.
the resource.
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 2:45 AM UTC
If I could
be transported
right here
right now
beyond physicality
to enter your sphere
just beam on in--
like science fiction
I would press myself
into your burning
let the pain
be seeped
with coolness
let it soak right
in pour up
slowly,
in ever-thorough
waves of prisms
Put out
the white hot sear
that has taken
up residence
in your being
Smother the smolder
to release
some peace
Extinguish those
flames of poison
sheer scorch,
that gnaws
like an
invisible predator
sets ablaze
the skin
to gas-lit torch
As it is,
I am quite
powerless
but for the purity
of my spirit,
my highest love
And I let it rise
to permeate
your very essence
from deepest below
to realms above
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
Whatever happened to “with liberty and justice for all”?
You say all lives matter, but you have never known when yours hasn’t
No, because you were born with an invisible knapsack full of privileges
While I was born with imperceptible shackles around my feet
And the system, praise the political system, because it has done you right
Because your self-worth, and your value in society was assigned to you at birth
But you claim you cannot see color,
And the truth is, I believe you
With your white schools, paid for by your white neighborhoods,
Embraced by your white government, sheltered by your white police force
How could you?
But I can see color.
For our jails are darker than the northern Atlantic sky,
While our government is lighter than the hoods slung up by the KKK,
We must embrace the permeation of a rigid political system
Segregation. Cannot. End. Without. Integration.
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 8:09 PM UTC
"Thought The Heartbeat"
Thought the heartbeat spiritual lung breath
Learned conditioned malleable prism
Of the underneath space-time-mind-light-root-
Center of the universe one fathom
Long dreamed of reality this mountain
Crafted i permeation salts the sea
Relative here now no where empty form
Experiencing movement happy sad pain
Joy fear death yes no death birth twining
Around the wheel sentient shaped cognate
Realms six of one no other place to go
But out nirvana way some say some don't
Care just slake vibrations vibrating till
Satiety with peaked release fall
In brain chemistry world incredible we do
Not know the soul deep with eddies currents
Patterns self aware point bright in view held
Firmly scared to cease idea nothing
But the great unknown a million
Magnitudes of bone in ten directions
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC
The grand nature of existence,
So delicate and supple.
Allow truth to enter your eyes,
Removing doubt from the confines of retribution.
The laws of nature
Shall imbue your spirit
With strength so far reaching
You would think you were dreaming.
Admit that the factual container
Of lies has served its duty.
The normal tendency of escape
Into a pattern of mistakes
Has been blown out of proportion.
Equalize and acquiesce
The moments desire and nothing less.
Allow an enigmatic psychology
To permeate the very fabric of your being,
Blanketing the treacherous reminder
Of a life without direction.
Declare solitude
in eternal conviction
Of passion fueled living.
Craft your reality.
Infuse meaning with direction.
Carve out a picture so grand
That only you could appreciate it.
Inside the tiny dark space,
Tucked behind archaic connections long forgotten,
Witness the muses of an insane creation,
Slowly working, slowly showing,
Revealing bits of curious movement.
In the end I am just a messenger
Talent is nothing more
Than skill dressed in will.
Life is a vivid scheme scheme of joy
painted on photons
flying through cosmos and
Manifesting in the perception of beauty.
My only request
Is that you enter the lair of truth
and seek no counsel.
Take it upon your own hands to end destitute solutions
That have robbed your will of hunger
And have starved your passionate wonder.
POWER,
Be it.
DIRECTION,
Feel it.
DESIRE,
Chase it.
Embark on a self-prophetic journey,
Centering the life you're meant to live
In a consecrated permeation
Of the live you deserve.
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 6:57 PM UTC
Whatsoever a man soweth
that shall he also reap
deceive thy neighbor shalt not
as into thine grace it shall seep
06/07/2017
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 7:10 PM UTC
The permeation of my shadow
Beckons a new dawn
Upon the moonlight
Which shrouds my soul.
But it’s only in the day,
That I can clearly see
The dripping carnage,
Which was once me.
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 10:46 PM UTC
you invite me to feel the permeation of the air thats
electrically stagnant between us
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 5:48 AM UTC