"perturb" poems
this door exists,
stately and staunchly it stands,
disheartening and terrifying it remains.
the door is unlocked, yet cannot be opened,
for in it, a path in time...
one decision that can affect everything
[such as my choice to wear the necklace you adore,
which lead to you noticing me for the very first time,
or my idea to play you the song that you fell in love with,
which i can no longer listen to]
...for in this door, one path
is intimidatingly located.
every bone in my body,
every last muscle, tendon, ligament
each artery, each vein, each capillary
every single nerve,
even each microscopic cell,
implores me not to open this tempting door...
[it is almost as if my hand refuses to grasp the handle,
to unleash the unknown upon me,
the colossal chain of events that would ensue]
the immensity of the unfamiliar,
the unexplored,
tends to perturb me.
change is unnerving
and is almost as chilling
as an abandoned graveyard at midnight.
but i bring my mind back to the door,
yes! this preposterous door that i have contrived for myself.
why is the **** so easily turned?
why does it not put up somewhat of a fight,
at least jolt me suddenly,
as to frighten my curious heart?
it is a constant battle between my body
my mind
and my heart
as to which doors to open
and which ones to leave ever so steadfastly closed.
but never once has there been such a struggle
for them to reach an understanding.
somehow my heart,
[even though a fraction of me,
a fist, dripping in blood]
is prevailing for the moment.
my heart reaches for the handle,
attempts to unclose the door...
yet, with the best of its ability,
withstanding my strong-willed
and obstinate heart,
my powerful body and commanding mind
overcome this hostile takeover,
and the door remains shut.
it is my body,
my skillful mouth,
my soft, rose lips,
my elegant tongue,
and my vocal chords...
all of these pieces must
contrive the words,
conceive the change,
which will unveil the path that will forever alter us...
slowly, opening the door.
being as in love with you as i am,
i will not let you slip away from my arms right now.
but when we are not together
[*i wish you’d have been there,
i needed you there*]
i stare at this humbling door.
if i wait too long, i’ll forever lose you;
for it is you who will make this choice for me,
opening your own door, fearless and dauntless.
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 2:40 AM UTC
SOLDIER OF FORTUNE
Book down both my idleness and memories,
Come the 52nd summer, through ship to ship
The last sail from city to city, the perturb To Contempt
Thy will at time remain snub, hath my time being
Hoaxed with an irony to bare my dream, for my family,
my slug Hit the deepest of my wish, with an arm to an
Armor, though my gentle verse never indulge volitionary,
What’s Worth in me hath grown, neither my dream
Extant, to whom shall I sell? Thy portrait reckon without
understanding The captivity my dreams, to whom
shall I cry My bootless fate?, Hast thee forsaken me?
Thou art trouble me not , Thee Succeed anyone
In an unflagging quest for a word, though art’s will
For sinners, saint and believers never change
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 5:25 AM UTC
If the soul is dyed by thoughts, I will rest in my reason.
By following my just nature, I will let my desire find its termination.
For I am made of the stars. I will let my spirit shine.
I am a rising star, not a falling one. I am divine.
Nothing outside changes the value of my shining nature.
Despite criticism or praise, nothing shall perturb me.
My loveliness terminates in itself. My beauty evolves with the seasons.
I will love my nature. I will rest in my reason.
My flesh desires sugar, but sugar rots the soul.
To nurture the character of my mind, I’ll feast on the fruits of wisdom.
I’ll feed my soul thoughts ripe in virtue and I’ll let my spirit shine.
For tranquility is nothing but a good ordering of the mind.
I will not be troubled in any season.
When my flesh desires treason, I will rest in my reason.
Jan 24, 2023
Jan 24, 2023 at 12:53 PM UTC
It is necessary to know how to tame her,
Shy, careful, secret and reserved,
Not very comfortable in a crowd.
She possesses this discreet charm,
You cannot forget as a viral load.
Natural, simple, reliable in her feelings,
She needs proofs to be reassured.
Her attitude is sensible and direct,
An inner life is rich of her life's striking,
Where her intellectual sphere takes it,
By the elegance of her sparkling creativity,
Under the power of her own meditations.
She is so rational, ironic and critical,
By her genuine metaphysical reflections.
She is constantly building on her intuition,
In the area of integrating life's solutions.
She thinks of being late, but just accurate,
Worried in pleasing and in being loved,
But just forgets she is part of human being.
You can trust her blindly,
Because in spite of her side to part,
So different and so warm,
That can perturb you,
And walk away from both of you.
She remains your half for all eternity,
Even if today this Love has dried up,
Keep her sharing gift to love yourself,
To be yourself, and nothing else !
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 7:27 AM UTC
Door is a set-up to detach open and closed,
Door is a make-up to split between outsider and insider,
Door is a structure to segregate have and haven’t,
Door is an arraignment to cover up sin,
Door is a perturb to nature,
Door is a device to support legacy of abuse,
Door is a tool to manipulate truth for concealing the phony;
Door is a tragedy to humanity to isolate it from bionetwork;
Get up and come together to break the door to fortify bionetworks!
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC
Everyone is odium to empty space
Because,
It doesn't have anything to convoy!
Everyone is disgust about empty space
Because,
It doesn't have anything to perturb!
Everyone have repulsion to empty space
Because,
Everyone is dithering to talk with self!
But I am searching for that,
But
Incapable to mark out
The empty space
To talk with self!
Searching for empty space
For
Departing from everything
Searching for empty space
To
Verify my sin and accomplishment!
If you have any information
Please intimate me
With its boundary information and
Milestone of air, water, soil and life!
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 5:25 PM UTC
A term of endearment
A pure bread
Pedigree
Imbecile
The firing squad on parade on the thoroughfare
The death squads are on patrol for run on sentences and chemical runoff
The peer mediators tell us all to calm down
The rapscallions try to push us into their get-rich-quick schemes
And the shut-ins settle down with their mail ordered brides
The wallflowers tell everyone to go to hell with great brio
I guess I'll see them there
It won't be much of an endeavor
It'll be like a dog finding its way home
The blood brothers perturb everyone else
Telling them their open blood pact is BYOB
Then starting a be-in singing Come all ye faithful and Kumbaya
It all comes full circle, monkey see monkey do
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
An adroit runner,
Living in plethora of hardbound texts,
Makes a way - way out,
Out of the common mass.
Sharing nights in paper,
Digging up a hole and cuddling in,
An adroit runner
Worships the abundance of the ink.
She will not perturb herself when time's out.
Nights are days. She has no time to speak.
Wonder,
Whether it cajores her to be stout
Wonder,
If it cuts her weak.
I won't beard the lion's den
An adroit runner
Will run on and then
She will lead me in,
So sane.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 9:07 AM UTC
**** me and shame me then forsake me
In loving you I will remember you, never mistake thee
mistake thee for a lover with a thin shield...
Kiss me at random moments in public
it's all so stupid but to love it matters
Never neglect to call me to just say hi because to love it matters
hold me and squeeze me against your *******
It might perturb a perverted nerve but to love it matters
Tell me I'm the one who brings you sunshine
not because I am a god but because to love it matters
love me when I am pale in pain submerged in ale that drains,
all because to love it matters
Love me at my strongest and my weakest
Keep all my ideas and secrets
Tell me I'm priceless for dearest is cheapest
All because to love it matters
Devoid of ego and mind games; be yourself, let your heart play
Let us fall like there has never been heartbreak
We are two hopeless hearts searching for the deep where stars are on display
a picture with no frame, old as age itself
Let us make it to the Galactic Love Lore shelves
a story of chance and serendipity trance
Not because I shine blue and you're true
But because to love it matters...
And here love I bring you
for few would see the seed sewed from heavenly leaves
Watered by Forces while lingering in chemistry
and from this tree grows a fruit so beauteous to me
I see the bee **** honey when I look into your eyes
I see butterflies forming wings on my back, taking me high
So high I cannot sigh but glide though I cannot hide this love that cannot die
And I cannot say bye so I stay and spend the days watching the sunset
Listening to Pacific music playing from ethereal orifices
And I will know that this is not for you and me but because to love it matters.
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC
Your pleasing melody turned
in to an awful ditty.
That is when I realized it was
time, it was time to let it go.
You had turned my butterflies
blue. The stars in my sky skewed.
I grabbed an old soiled bag
from the closet that
was untouched.
I walked out of the dingy room,
that had been my home for years.
Home? I questioned myself.
How could that be my home
when the demon woke me up
with new scars everyday?
I continued walking.
The air was filled with the smell
of a stale heart along with
which came the first memory.
To where it all started.
I took it and put in my bag.
I ran down the stairs and found
another one under the table.
Caught hold of it and stuffed
it in the bag too.
Millions of
abominable voices
in my head and bleeding
hands couldn't stop me.
I entered an old room.
I walked towards the
mirror on the wall behind
blue drapes.
No reflection, but it
showed me what I
didn't want to see.
It didn't perturb me.
I was impregnable and
determined.
I closed the curtains
and locked the mirror
in the room forever.
By the time I reached the
main door I had captured
all of the wrinkled memories
and fiendish whispers in
my bag.
The ditty had stopped playing
and the stars aligned.
I had to get rid of those.
I lit my last matchstick
and set the heavy bag
on fire.
I burnt it down which burnt
the thirst for eleutheromania.
I opened the main door and
moved on.
I was out of the doorway and
made sure that I was never
getting back to my old ways.
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 10:14 AM UTC
If you find someone new
I will bury my head in the sand,
so I could no longer think of your smiles
several hours of a day when you are with him.
If you find someone new
I will drown my heart into the ocean,
for I swear, I will never love this way again,
until that very moment you will be coming back.
If you find someone new
let me first understand your leave,
for the truth will always perturb my nights
that an angel like you, has taken me for granted.
Jun 27, 2012
Jun 27, 2012 at 2:33 AM UTC
...Illegible signatures scrawled...perturb
the maven.
Of years in the lighting...Bodh Gaya
ceremonial candles looking at the same
four winds.
An earth gone Up...only as You would,
and will have it...alighted withstanding.
Your very presence of consciousness
(which is a mere drop) makes the
Ocean of Consciousness rise...with sheer
volume...God bless you all.
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 2:16 AM UTC
The jaundiced eyes that yellow skin,
won't someone open up and let me out or let me enter in,
and be frolicsome,indulge in sin.
Time.
The *** bellied pig dancing its jig while my bones start to crumble away,
Come time and lay with me or do you just play with me, is that the game you prefer?
I see you and your hands and those cruel metal bands that you hold
and tell me time if you can,
why make this man old,why can't you stay, the hours of the hours of the day and belay any thought of letting the minutes walk on right through me,
why can't we be friends?
You look at me lovingly while plotting to smother me,why don't you just Mother me,nurse me not curse me,don't bother me
there are so many others to go out and disturb with your hands that perturb and your chimes only chime to mock at my rhymes.
I need more
I need more time
I implore you to hear me,
not sit there and laugh while you hungrily feed on me.
The end.
It will come
just when I started,
Aye,aye just when I began to have fun and the bell of the last round has rung
It's a knock out
a lock out
and try as I might there is no way to continue the fight,the referee has decided that time is the winner by three falls to one
and thus
I am gone.
Not forgotten
I hasten to say,
time laughs and still laughs at me where I would lay
and a long time it will be
I see that as a certainty.
I rest between the pillows of grass,waving willows goodbye,aye and I sigh
as will we all, when time gets through with me and you and wipes her hands clean
meanwhile,
I shall dream of the time when time stops and everything
drops into place.
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 11:40 AM UTC
Token and sixty-five in my palm, unsure of my departure
And how to arrive into the window’s light clearing my iris’s aperture
Here I stand thinking of a great deal
Upon what has happened this week and how I feel
Sitting here on this coach for an hour
With the same constants on my mind from before
Praise and grace upon this afternoon weather
Though humble my mind maybe no longer
Upon this seat feeling perturb
I glance at the passing buildings and each street’s curb
Rather questioning my place in Philadelphia
Sadly taking the past and thinking like a pariah
Melodies flood my mind, as the flashing rings shined
Shuttering lenses remain my view as I began to unwind
But from the morning of this Sunday all I thought was that of one
Withdrawn, as I stride from a second gone
Jan 31, 2010
Jan 31, 2010 at 11:25 AM UTC
In someone's mind there is a place of graves,
And farther still a darkened potter's field,
Where loved ones in memoriam are saved,
And those whose names should never be revealed.
I blow through iron bars and paths 'tween stones,
To find the carvings of my former name,
Which mark the resting place of my dear bones,
And date the finite years of my life's fame.
More anxiously I blow into the field,
Instinctively the farthest place most dark,
Where frost and ice have most securely sealed
A single mound without a numbered mark.
I reach for bones I can no more disturb,
Discarded far enough to not perturb.
(C)2014, Christos Rigakos
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
I saw it drop on my glass, The stone you casted against time to sit on my face. I saw it toiling with my glass. When it came, it droped at my feet and eroded into a shameless sand. I had a sweet chemistry at that time glittering in my soul and today you are in the wind sharing flowers with the earth. I feel perturb at this point.
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 7:32 AM UTC
My Husband
You reject me
& neglect me
You query me
& you weary me
You control me
& annul me
You coax me
& you hoax me
You disturb me
& perturb me
You vex me
& perplex me
You taunt me
& you haunt me
You ignore me
& you bore me
You blame me
& you shame me
You leave me
& deceive me
You cage me
& enrage me
You invade me
& degrade me
You bait me
& you hate me
My lover
You see me
& you free me
You kiss me
& you miss me
You warm me
& you charm me
You respect me
& protect me
You perceive me
& believe me
You hear me
& endear me
You mend me
& defend me
You delight me
& excite me
You face me
& embrace me
You esteem me
& redeem me
You ease me
& you please me
You know me
& you show me
You romance me
& enhance me
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
Lying in my rocking boat, sleep peacefully, my Lord!
I see the stormy waves bashing on my worn out boat
Pretend I will, as if storm is only out there, my Lord!
Hoping that you still work, when you are fast asleep.
Dare not I perturb your peaceful sleep, my Lord!
Lest should I be reprimanded for the lack of faith.
Drifted endlessly out into the seas away from assured shores
Hoping that you wake up, before it is too late…!!!
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 6:10 AM UTC
Lead turns into a lighter here,
While corruption blackens the fuse,
Nothing hospitable,
The buried Now are liveable to the factors of badge and gruel!
Exuberance of pallets line ten down each row,
What a sight to see being so chained down.
Cardiac pains,
Silent to creep upon Stiller's,
An encore for real life movies,
Yet this mine friend, is the dominant thriller!!!!!
Bland supervision ruins ones child play,
What beauty is on the outside?
Doth thou remember oh bill paying citizen?
Now where doth thou stay futile servant?
Pervertist,
Comrade to systematic function!!!!
Colleagues betray thou for midtown luncheon?
Do many perturb you to greatest of all lengths yet?
Didst thou trade in dead money for thine new raincheck?
Predecessor's are predatory, tenants of hatred filled temples.....
Art thouest them?
Or art thou thyself?
Thy theatrical artista!!!!!!!!!!
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 12:02 PM UTC
How vein & narcissistic can I be?
Always sad & lonely yet I think women could be interested in me?
This is left field, not a representation of reality
Is my somber attitude a formality?
Hidden from public view behind my frowning veil?
Obese, with odd thoughts
Striving to be normal or recognized as such
Drunk on my own pity & arrogance, I'm quite the lush
Complex? No... merely a mutt, that's the **** of life's jokes
Mush, mush, I'm a foolish hound
In here, there is not a sound
Hollow as an empty gym with a bouncing rebound
This is me announcing to the world
I'm full of myself, how absurd
I perturb yours truly
A running tab of my thoughts
Scattered among my bruised & battered memories
Confused is who I'll always be
No matter, until I find my next heartache
Or perhaps a sullen place?
By Axton Rupp
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 2:21 AM UTC
Tiny feet
scrabble across my mind
leaving footprints
in my subconscious thoughts
they perturb me
a warning
the darkness this way comes
haze at the edge of vision
blind sides me
with a sucker punch
as I go down
the meds forget to catch me
as I hit rock bottom
hard
and fast
spirralling in desperation
treading water
in my own pooling tears
drowning...
once twice I sink
with no hand to rescue me
no lifeline given.
Where is the light at the end of tunnel vision
where is the hope in hopelessness
why can I not just
let go inhaling salt into weary lungs
and sleep
Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 9:31 PM UTC
(20 minute poetry)
The angel train
on the track once again
running at six fifty two
yet
serenity disturbs me
angels perturb me
what can a poor sinner do?
I stare into a night full of demons
but am careless with thoughts
and there will be
because it is so
someone who'll find me
somewhere to go.
Down in the dungeon
I hear the chains rattle on
walls that are covered
in blood soaked graffiti.
The twenty first century
why bother to mention me
why
not forget?
I **** on a Zube
( no one remembers them )
stuck on the tube
this is like being in the Co-op
awaiting the vacuum
to pluck me up to some
dark starlit back room
but
It's not
It's Thursday on the railway
going my way?
I hope so.
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 2:21 AM UTC
I get jealous.
When I hear the words, I fear the words.
Hold it in, bury it deep, hide it far below.
Hope to God my secret keep, hiding in the shadow.
Can’t let it out, can’t let you know,
Never will I live it down.
It strings me along, to the ground, drowns me true and slow.
Asking why it bothers does nothing but perturb.
Better not to question, better not disturb,
Better to ignore the feelings, to lock them deep away.
I must ignore this mockery, must not break the seal,
Deep inside they must remain, can’t admit the way I feel.
I wish you’d stop saying the words, wish I didn’t listen.
If only it were so easy, if only, if only then.
I wish they weren’t such a sound, I wish that they were written.
Then I could simply burn them, light a fire, watch them rise.
Maybe then I could escape the words,
This jealousy I feel inside.
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 1:48 AM UTC
My love you are in me my love you are in my prayers
I sought you leaving rest all the relations and all affairs
It is all because of you I carry all blazon burning flares
When you are in my arms you dispel all the despairs
I feel all the strength I get from your warmth fortitude
You are glory of my company you are bliss of solitude
I have full faith in your eyes you are my real certitude
I have to carve your curves you are innocently crude
Let me take you to a place where no one be able disturb
My love you are so romantic, so gorgeous and so superb
Your charms are so attractive your sweet cheeks are blurb
Your sensual attraction takes me and makes me perturb
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 4:30 AM UTC
I locked you away where you wouldn't disturb
my thoughts and my dreams, because you can't perturb
what you can't see. Memories Fade and dim;
their accompanying feelings can't last this grim
arrangement. So, into the dark I sent you.
My feelings became colors. First, I was blue;
my sorrow was complete, and I thought this: "Yes.
This is the pain of a broken heart." I guess
I didn't realize the pain of emotions
under duress. The chest, in this commotion,
can feel pain that no doctor can hope to heal
(So, I wondered if that meant my pain was real?
It felt it. Oh, yes.). And then I was green.
My envy was deep and complete; so profound
I became sick with it. I would pound the ground
with my fists, hating he who was yours; not me.
Then, hating myself for this hate I made free.
I hated the hate and, so too, the envy,
but, try as I might, they were all I could be.
The green in my cheeks turned pink, and the pink red.
It was anger rising when thoughts of the dead
possibilities crept in. I was angry
at my place, at him, at me, at history
itself (not the individual events,
but the simple concept of things came and went.
If "past" was past, if "history" history,
it might be us, today, instead of just me.).
Rage raged within me, directed at nothing
and anything at all. Fists clenched; teeth grinding.
I was angry at everyone. Except you.
For you, there was only love. Though it is true
that I tried to taint, to poison, memories
of you and I so that I could strike and seize
the advantage of a weakened foundation,
eroded and corroded. My salvation
would be found as the mental palace I built
for you crumbled to ash. My heart met the tilt.
Time after time I tried and failed, and I cried
out in frustrated anguish before I sighed
in resigned defeat. Finally, I was gray.
I was lost. I had nothing at all to say.
A shadow, an empty shell. I crept along
in an agonizingly dull world all wrong.
The color was gone. The days were white; the nights
were black; the rainbows, just shades of gray. No bite
in the wind could match that in my heart. I looked
for every - for any - way out. So I booked
you a flight. Found a car. I chartered a ship.
I sent you away. It was a one way trip.
I locked you away; I wanted to be free
of this curse your indifference cast on me.
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC