"pixelating" poems
mourning doves for late afternoons
a lament for the golden hour
the end of adventures
a little girl comes in for dinner
tiptoes upstairs
strokes her mothers hair
leaves little blue flowers by her bed.
I let my hair go dark again-
just like yours, do you see?
I'm a woman now, I have your mouth.
forget-me-nots for noontime
where the little girl would lay
violet blue healing shroud
and disappear
un-pixelating a photograph in the sky
the portrait that made her father cry
it was a five year old aesthetic of death.
I guess I never really knew you, did I?
music box hidden in the mystery of a closet
shades of midnight, shades of dust
a ballerina's slow pirouette
called into life after forgotten years
the haunt of Sleeping Beauty.
I know you didn't mean to miss my birthday.
I begged you for a music box, you remember?
It's my most dear treasure on this earth.
mourning doves for missing you
forget-me-nots for remembering you
my music box will live for you
How strange that such wonderful things
should make me so sad.
May 25, 2012
May 25, 2012 at 9:59 AM UTC
Kaleidoscopic organisms
harvesting the synapses.
Pixelating the images
shattering facsimiles.
The disc has been wiped
black out
start over.
There was no warranty.
Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 6:46 PM UTC
As it sit, here on peninsulas
extensions into oceans,
tides that drag, pixelating
parameters opening
to peering places,
my eyes squint
at blurred horizons;
everywhere horizoning,
circumferencing me
in swirls of cataleptic cinnamon
(you know, that pop cultured
coalescence of sensation)
And while I swim
through these streams and unconscious rivers,
on peninsulas (of dust)
placidly pouring soft summer rain
onto concrete souls like treacle on crumpets,
it occurs to me that
we are just madness becoming
into something astonishing
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 8:02 AM UTC
sheetsnangled
heavy comfort paralysis
colours pixelating
rush breath in
seismicmmmm out
vibrating blurryheart noise
eyes shut tightest
conversations end
eyes open
white
eyes shut
stream of consciousness
eyes open
warmth diffusing
blink
blink
awake.
Jul 9, 2012
Jul 9, 2012 at 9:49 AM UTC
10%-20% smile, if someone urges
30% smile, uncertainty exists
40% smile, escape the secrets
50% smile, a beautiful feel
60% smile, a flow of fuel
70% smile, a time to catch
80% smile, a beautiful truth
90% smile, about to blast
100% smile, tears in the eyes.
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 10:59 AM UTC
"See you soon."
He says
Two set of knuckles
Leading me blind
I bellow it out
alike
a forge,
out temple..
Pftffffffffffffffffffff
Coy,
Sunlight fades
as I begin
to steep
in the shade
Blackness,
like mist,
nearly pixelating
my daze
I'm blind,
I'm falling,
I've died,
Still,
same place
A tickle
of color
splashed trickle
in space
Playing
in front of
my eyes with
no face
This sprite
is electric
This Nymph holds
my gaze
To and fro
this vividity
does go
spinning and
swirling
Oh, what
a show
And then it
creates such
colossals
of glow
The colors
so vibrant,
with some I
don't know
This bright
neon orchestra
might be,..
Symphony.
Diamonds.
With eyes,
so alien,
akin flys,
I see
A figure,
no face,
pirouettes,
my treat
A sapphire balet,
next, a green man
whose stare
seldom left me
but (he) did sit, and
not stand
Entrapment
ensues, as I
couldn't choose
in-between, said,
sat man,
or falling
for blues
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 9:07 PM UTC
Covering a faceless tear session
Losing it all before my eyes
Mentality breaking
Physically erupting
I feel like imploding
But these gentle rain drops
Cease the fire in me
Before the pressure is built
It takes time to erase thick lines
But these clouds overhead threaten existence
Painted portraits pixelating
As the sky unveils
More tears I never cried
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 5:25 PM UTC
A dream, then god‘s interspersing jealous pleading indecipherable.
The combinatorial explosion makes us into god-like humans,
when we grasp that simplicity is the greatest complexity,
the surges, the mastering urges, the blending melding gradations,
gods dream of our holy bodies encompassing, its said ingredients.
fly child!
the horizon line approaching, it’s either a goal or boundary, or both,
where endings blending make us immortal for a few minutes,
when the good Holy Ghost says, “me and we, ain’t no difference,”
hot fever, leads to raging calm, euphoria transition to believing,
where the god inroads, visibly interfere in invisible dreams, pixies pixelating fine granular,
dreaming my skin, kin to prayering, my knees touching clouds,
lying on mounds of red soil, my eyes sewn shut and yet,
I see all perfectly, for the dream of god, is what we are...
~
7:15am
Jan. 31, the year of 2020 visionary
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 10:46 AM UTC
Someday, I won't remember this
Sitting in a bedroom
With only the Christmas lights on
On a half-baked winter solstice
In week old sweatpants
Faded hair and muscles sore
My vision blurring
Pixelating
Focused only on the screen
I won't remember this
No one will
Dec 22, 2019
Dec 22, 2019 at 12:37 AM UTC
The halo surrounding you converges to the centre of my heart;
Every cell vibrating;
Trying to unchoke my words;
At least for a greeting
An inch forward;
A lifetime's worth of courage;
But its a cloudless sky, your eyes;
The harmony of blue and white slowly vanishing;
But they reappear, pixelating;
With every step backwards.
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 6:58 AM UTC
At some point of these time continuums,
the Universe is going to End.
/Turning its shell, closing its cover,
/as if a marvelous page of story like Earth/
has never happened.
/ As if all our technologies, all our civilizations, all our enlightenment has never been a reality/
As if I have never loved you/
as if all the dead promises that are cursed to last for eternity,
holding on to their own graveyards
before this channel called Life ends,
expanding,
radiating,
pixelating
before emerging to a single point,
the last ray of salvation before everything succumbs to their own ends.
The incoming breath of air,
the pulsing hearts,
and the fleeting time that slowly chews their bones.
All happening without me.
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 1:15 PM UTC