"plasmatic" poems
Beyond the light our demons bite
Our spirits gather in plasmatic flight
Upon entropy elementals feed
Used up magic, envy and greed
Portals open and bid us within
As we fight to regain our former sins
We are one yet containing all
Such is the force of kinetic law
A resonation of migrating souls
Not even the black stage can hold
Great White lodges, astral planes
Deities appear to rule and reign
Part I
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 8:10 AM UTC
Plasmatic schematics
mold plastics
& filament
dangles in the doorway.
Grape fuit sweat,
enough to fill a
Basilisk flask,
stains my nostrils.
Thermodynamic hammocks
solved the energy crisis
between me
& her.
A golden silhouette
postulates in my doorway;
speaking in tongues
to her ****
She is the structure
of water.
The process
of a thought.
Gouge out my eye
&
hold it consciously
between those clammy palms .
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 11:37 PM UTC
Try men's souls. Provocative mind-whip how you soothe me. I scorn modern poetry...not because it is truly bad or truly good. It just makes me feel as if my pores are ever-expanding with clicking, skittering, masses of insects.
Black shiny minuscule monstrosity.
Beautiful in gritty grotesque.
A lamb lights upon the searing dark-light torch...kill them all with glee
No pity or remorse towards humans humanity human nature,
we are disgusting creatures until I cease thinking about us.
Then we are interesting and subject to more discovering and journeying.
Take the child and expose it to everything at once; it shrivels and mumbles distant screams of flaming cliches combined with a burning shot of plasmatic soul searching. How would we approve of such?
Inside the black brown shriveled parchment child-casing: The other children are ignorant. My crooked cracked being shivers disgustingly. I hate them instantly. Not hate. A rigid viscous feeling. Rip apart the sublime ape. She-he in all splendid obsession. Strive, then, no more to ape the emblems of the spirit that was, but evoke anew that spirit in modern life.
I, we trust none. Drama drama dramatic dramatically dramatical in all appearances, but truly flat-line non expressionist.
I love only once.
Burn them and their wicked kindness.
I will soothe my satisfactions and live love only once.
My Muse is the riptide chainsaw hackslash terror of our generation. Reveling in the natural ones. The rocks scrape phrases up of graves and trees wickle waveringly with pleadings of insane sleeps.
How beautiful is nature. That it can reduce us to nothing at all and raise us upon our grandest delusions.
I love to despise of women's voices. Androgyny is revelation worthy. Epiphany causing in romanticism.
I love to desire my emotional and mental consumption.
she is grandeur made flesh
epiphany constituted within reach
glorious
******** you sweet, sweet ********
this soul will rest
not mine, not ours
it will take rest and tendril itself through all
love commissions such things
what ****** soul
She I Cannot Resist
Apr 3, 2010
Apr 3, 2010 at 4:24 PM UTC
Come with me, I’ll show you where
The wonders sparkle beguiling blessings
Arousing perceptions of gratitude innate
To heedless humans in lack of deceptions.
Irrefutable eternal verities unfolding
Elegantly before disallowing eyes
On the expanding canvas made of space
Moulding elements of plasmatic grace.
Wind back the hands of time with me to witness
The emergence of the first and most abundant substance,
Hydrogen out of recombination epoch
Finely orchestrated by physical laws to form and fuse in stars.
Stellar nucleosynthesis where nuclear reactions
Are boons in disguise for new combinations
To bear lithium, carbon, neon, oxygen, iron,
The entirety of the essentials on the periodic table.
Indulge with me in the mesmerising marvel
Of watching those incandescent stars go supernova,
Their shock wave thrusting silver and golden nuggets
Throughout infinity creating planets.
Now return to Earth with me and look around,
At the stars’ debris under your feet, feel the ground.
Take this glass of water, a cocktail of hydrogen
And oxygen, breath in! Gaze at all that exists.
Stare at yourself, made of trillions of cells,
Nourish the awareness that you are part
Of the bewildering opus yearning for you
To live your life and honour with consciousness
The wonders sparkling beguiling blessings.
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 5:22 AM UTC
In my car
Listening to tastes better suited to the past
Smoking cigarettes.
Inhaling thoughts desired. Exhaling
ideas of unoriginality.
Living a priveledged life in the U.S.A.
Free if worries of **** and ******
Belly full of carnage and illegal immigration.
Head twirling like ballerinas
Twinkling piano, followed by
Strings of mourning
Deep and somber
Reverberating lost love
and new life
Ember glowing. Smoke.
Eyes flipped inside out
Without humor
Like the 99.9% plasmatic Universe.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 12:04 PM UTC
the flames are a warning. that quick
paced *** ***** of a flower shedding
fire-pollen, the same substance found
amongst the flora of that salty gelatin
core of earth, melting the mountains
together with her belly dance.
"onward," she whispers "we have waves
of high frequency yet to consume."
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 6:31 AM UTC
In the silence I fool myself
hearing a call from space.
Laying in pools of dark
shadows, I pray for
another awakening.
--
With hard dirt beneath me,
I find myself sleeping.
---
Plasmatic ribbons of scarlet
raining soft around my body
as I lay hear in the circle of
this warm and dim light.
I can feel the weight lifting,
Oh, my body is ascending.
This is the beginning of
a long awaited night,
---
The words you speak come slowly.
You whisper how you wish to know me
in the quietest ways:
body and mind
I feel as though I've missed you
in the deepest parts of me
my whole life.
Will you take me with you?
Take me back to your home.
From up here where I've come from
seems so dark and cold.
If you leave me behind,
I won't make it on my own.
I cannot return.
I can't stand to be alone.
---
The scene you set permits
the acquittal of my submission.
Myself: flawed, and sight: fogged,
in overwhelming passion for...
...you...
...tap into me as I'd tap a tree
to leak the sap. The steady
bleeding comes in rich amber beads.
Liquid metal in my veins
serve as a token for your mission.
The time it takes to drain me
tapers in a mysterious fashion.
---
All I've been and all I'll be
was left with you when you left me.
I'm grounded with the weight on top of me.
---
In the quiet, I'm woken by
the snap of a twig.
Eyelids part, only the
canopy above me.
A sea of forest green
illuminated by stars.
I know where I am,
but not where you are.
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC
Developing a nicotine addiction
over the silk ambiguity
of a pleasure twitch.
Covering up those cyanide dreams,
stapled at the seams,
with obvious white Pickett fences
& regurgitation.
Her desires rattle
in a spilt tongue oscillation.
Contradicting,
foreign mumbles
spill out like crimson
viscosities;
my mind was a
pig slop maelstrom
amoung those
ancient seconds
Those words will clatter
together like a phantom
in my plasmatic ear
waxes
until
Peacetime:
"I love you."
No hesitation.
Solidified.
****** like an
Indiana Jones
classic.
Intoxicated remakes of that
time we started something:
An archive for death memories,
recollected long after
your exodus.
Asphyxiated.
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
Merging minds through confluence of time
Streaming into vastness of space
Piling on the eons we climb
Subjective to a human race
Evolution is nearer to nothing plasmatic
As brain tissue melts loosely away
Finding transformative signs galactic
A robotic mechanical sway
Electrodes and microbes in fervent fusions
Find waves upon air and streams
Static electricity combusts allusions
Eyes disintegrate, fried by laser beams
No ointment to existence as we are lard
The oil for machines to profit
Toil long and toil hard
As progressive adaptation won’t stop it
For the gravity of this juncture upon us
Climatic epoch in measure
As ethical questions confront us
What gains from the yield of treasure?
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 11:30 AM UTC
I have previously,
and this is forbidden knowledge I am about to indulge you in,
(feel grateful perhaps)
I have previously been accepted here before.
In my blueish age
of 13,
deemed enough of a literary
writing reams,
cartoonish spools, overspileth
sounds about right,
and history was recorded!
Little did your establishment know that
years into the future,
in a plasmatic stopwatch,
I'd be
frantically,
absolutely sweating bullets!
attempting to erase
the pubescent penning about
Lord knows,
depression and gym class.
and after, said to no one in particular
in a completely
revisionist fashion
"bless this mess"
so how about it old friend,
another round?
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 10:22 PM UTC
Plasmatic ribbons of scarlet
raining soft around my body
as I lay here in the circle
of this warm and dim light
I can feel the weight lifting
Oh, my body is ascending
This is the beginning
of a long awaited night
--
The words you speak come slowly
You whisper how you wish to know me
In the quietest ways
Body and mind
And I feel as though I've missed you
in the deepest parts of me
my whole life
--
Will you take me with you?
Take me back to your home
From up here, where I've come from
seems so dark and cold
But if you leave me behind
I'll try to find it on my own
I know I can't stay
I can't stand to be alone
--
The scene set permits
the acquittal of submission
My self, flawed, and eye, fogged
in overwhelming passion for
You tap into me as I'd tap a tree
for sap, it leaks in amber beads
--
The liquid metal in my vein
serve as a token for your mission
And time tapers off in a mysterious fashion
All around me, a never ending sea of forest green
I'm back with the weight on top of me
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 5:16 PM UTC
i feel,
i am,
too many skin cells,
dripping from the window paines,
u can enter me,
through my artery,
shapeshifter,
name sticker,
hello my name is,
broken down,
syllable,
for syllable,
*****
i am the greed,
the earth vacuity,
drift in through,
stopped my seed,
of the tortorous,
maleficent,
hell bent drifter,
plasmatic,
plaid static,
but statiscally speaking,
follow what u failed seeking,
and i got mine,
what the ***** the,
blunt with it,
home spinning,
a web of dementia,
fluctuations in the station of my mind,
lost in transition,
driftin dimension,
beam of projection,
one way in
no way out,
im anti procreation,
this is my expropriation,
juxtaposed across my mind,
shot through ya head,
and u die,
death has arrived,
dead on arrival,
but really ur mind is not ur only rival.
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 3:13 PM UTC
I've torn your wires to pieces
And fixed them with my own adhesives
I've squished you like a piece of clay
And molded you into something psychedelic.
How many times have we spoken lately?
The electrons and neurons make a pleasant tingling all the time.
Electricity flows within my cortex
And powers me like a subatomic soda
Any rocket bomb flies through an open window
And collides on each careful nerve ending.
I've graffitied you from top to bottom
With memories from summer and autumn
And I left the spray cans to dry off next to you
Just so that I can come back anytime to what I drew.
But then again
My fingers make a plasmatic arrangement, too
As they trace cytoplasm around on a piece of paper
While words and music notes cloak me like vapor
The chemicals on each letter stamp
Set you on fire when administered on the tongue
And while the lights shine bright from each lamp
You're aware that neither of us are so innocently young.
Brain...brain...brain...brain...
Drive me by on a track only taken by train.
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 10:28 PM UTC