"polarize" poems
cold veins
beat red fists
through cracked walls
of hearts home
fingers caress and
shudder my skin
he whispers nails
on chalkboard
don't touch me.
bottles bottom
dissolving
coin tosses in
your stomach
she bore
my vegetative
eyes once
living
don't call me.
aggressive he
she depressive
bi polarize me
the perfect gender.
-r0
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 2:36 AM UTC
You love hearing.
You love seeing.
You love smelling.
You love feeling.
You even love the taste of life,
Bold statements arise: pentagon built pyramids; hexagram built light…
I’m speaking subtlety’s; the space between five and six,
Like that star David from CSI;
Eleven mirror, twelve depicts,
If they’re in prison, it was because of common sense,
If you’re successful, universe says you were dependent on the sixth…
We’ll acknowledge foundations as Gravity, Although they reflect;
Time as tragedy,
Too low to connect;
Space to one; a division within;
I’m thinking maybe this trinity could project a web,
Gravity is the outcome of manifestations existing;
Creativity transmuting energy that’s coexisting in a space in which polarities consisting,
Space is the frame that’s assisting;
A geometrical web full of light that infinitely splits simultaneously while it’s energy is shifting,
Time is the perception of distance between manifestations, it’s the same as predicting,
It doesn’t exist until it exists,
That’s a matter of apathetic wishing,
“He’s an oxymoron…”
We fear the unusual,
But we can’t possibly be normal,
That’s actually abnormal,
When we conform to others idealism, our realities become harmful,
Earlier I advocated that space is full,
If you’re pushing space in your own gravity, displacement will leave your mind full; time-poor,
Love yourself, because you love your five senses,
No need for senseless for it is why we sense-less before more,
That doesn’t mean closed door,
It means your time is poor;
How can you be of wealth if you’re missing idealism,
In such a situation you’re obligated to war;
Be informed, be young, belong life,
Disconform, keep ***** on your side,
Obliterate, reiterate, polarize,
You must know thyself before you know the sky.
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 7:36 PM UTC
Opposed though not yet charged, we hold back our fire
Yet in such close vicinity, our features polarize.
A duo of strong minds grapple for understanding while
Fear, Shame, and Anger play an unruly audience amidst the
Backdrop of dusty bookshelves and a mild mid-day sun.
Stuck in stalemate, even magnets become exhausted;
Tired of attempting to display ambivalence toward the other
When so attracted by the primal bond of maternity.
He sympathizes for her tears shed over a prodigal son,
But we can only bear so much hurt when the fight is done.
Dec 20, 2010
Dec 20, 2010 at 8:16 AM UTC
An empty drinking glass is pressed against a wall; amplifying the voices on the other side. My ear is pressed to the words, ”outside is a secret key” - I can honestly say, “I hear…" Your words, idealizations, sentiments, selected scrawls of graffiti-type promise and viewpoints echo through the wall. Over and over. Championing outsiders…
Are there WALLS WITHIN WALLS? Can we walk through them? ARE THE WALLS ERASABLE? Will the walls tumble down? Will the walls polarize? WHAT ABOUT CRACKS IN THE WALLS? Can they hear? Can we leap over them?
DO WE build them where everything and anything follows and flows?
DO WE build them where something's nothingness tethers vapors with souls?
DO WE build them so molecular melodies of light and dark can collide unopposed?
Are these word walls of dust? Can we move them? Can you angle between these walls? Will the walls speak a wealth of quiet surprises, poems, and meditations? Do walls give birth to improvisation?
Now some of these walls, in their moment are with no rules, self-constructed, circling dramatically, and might prove more resistant to erosion. These are often troubling walls, no voice, no strength of decency, no laughter, which place freedom at stake. That and survival. One can be easily manipulated or yanked by an image of the truth swirling in the brick blackness of the wall. Discomforts relish now. Walls such as these are very deep-rooted and passed on for generations. Yet even those barriers eventually give way once we read the super fine print etched into the wall - a word salad of B.S., idiocy and hypocrisy.
Reach for spray-paint and enlarge your wall… maybe it enhances your world now with colored aerosols of wall portraiture's that capture rebellion and mirth. So many Walls, AND SO MANY QUERIES…
I heard a poem say, “Step out from behind one (wall) and FIND YOUR REAL SELF” – or maybe it whispered “jus walk through that door in the wall.”
Your tightly strung trampoline of words has provided a springboard for me to bounce freely over the many walls we build around ourselves.
by "ooznozz"
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 9:06 PM UTC
Hello baby, take hold of my hand
Let’s dive into your sea of lies
Kiss me, mislead me, **** me with your eyes
Oh my love, it’s your face that I despise.
Come on, Darling, show me how you never loved me
Open your eyes let those cold blues hypnotize
You’re sending messages across the sky
Honey, things are starting to polarize
Beat me, leave me, come back and steal me.
Wrap your hands around my neck and squeeze me.
Hey sweetie, **** me…
You know how much you mean to me.
You’re controlling the ride, let’s do it or die
Your touch is starting to burn
And to acid your lips have turned
Hey baby, show me how I’ll never learn
Hey babe, you hate to see me cry,
But you know you do it all the time
I’m gonna let you have my trust
And you betray me with your lust
Beat me, leave me, come back and steal me.
Wrap your hands around my neck and squeeze me.
Hey sweetie, **** me…
You know how much you mean to me.
Oh you know how I love you
Oh I know how you love too
Put the knife up to my throat
You’ll never read the words that I wrote
Beat me, leave me, come back and steal me.
Wrap your hands around my neck and squeeze me.
Hey sweetie, **** me…
You know how much you mean to me.
May 17, 2010
May 17, 2010 at 5:05 PM UTC
A simplistic paradox;
Infinitely finite and finitely infinite.
Now and Never,
Once and Forever.
Logical and Mythical
Real and Illusion.
Reality is all of these things
yet is it none
for these are but words
which oversimplify, by definition.
Reality is a state of mind.
Nothing can convey the true vividness of Reality
except the whole experience of Life itself.
Art tries and comes close
and is a sort of Temple in the Mind
to the once and always infinite;
the secular Divine.
Inexplicable and intelligible
Ineffable and described.
Secular and Holy
All and None.
There is a pattern here
of polarity as unity
of duality as singularity
of simplicity as complexity.
Humans make of simplicity, complexity
and of what's singular we divide.
Of a unity, we polarize.
There is a pattern here.
Reality and all it's subsequent domains
are both holographic and tangible.
It is a paradox of obvious nature,
with an obvious answer hidden by Mind.
It is what it is.
Live it as such.
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 3:54 AM UTC
These words that span two hearts
polarize each day's interlude
so close when elbows hug.
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
Cold.
Run a ***** finger
along my cheek.
Sap my attention like temperature
And my thoughts stray to the occupants
of the wind out of boredom.
What horrible faces
they must have.
Faces lifted simply, effortlessly,
from the drowned
and flicked casually for
Wear by the zephyr and the breeze.
And they push push push us all
Away from ourselves,
indwelling ball bearings
Being rolled about in our plastic box.
A paper reality
that seeks no more of truth.
Simply push push again
at the catch and break off the lid.
To polarize and shatter the
Egg shells of ignorance
And walk on them,
Floating clamshell gods,
to break the clouds.
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 2:57 PM UTC
Nicotine
It was only supposed to be
a tiny, miniscule taste
but love had other ideas.
You are a cloudless sky
in my clouded mind,
In the end, I'm always
craving you.
You ever get that feeling that repeats,
like abstinence from nicotine?
You ever get that feeling of
wanting to be
numbed into bliss,
risking narrowed veins and arteries
for just one mind-silencing kiss?
I'll let passion sear my heart
and won't hear what my insecurities
love to whisper into my abused ears;
I can polarize what's blurred
and what's clear.
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 8:00 AM UTC
Twisted tensions, polarize
and sometimes heal w/ pretty eyes
Though the stars make up their minds
Peace w/ you, in briefest time
Oh Mars is cruel, w/ war and womb
and gestation in Neptunes tomb
you helped me speed, relieve the moon
though Pluto is cold and I'm leaving soon
Live in times where whispers win
and cartels carry forgotten sin
When the end is near I will wish for respiration
Death may be too boring for one born to run
Run w/ warlords and Gods, the light
until the ethers rise and spike
the people then begin to fight
and man and woman are alike
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC
I never knew what a house on fire felt like
until i felt the bees in my bones rumble in full force.
Thinking of losing myself puts me in distress and sets
flames on a course unstoppable.
I feel like it leaves burn marks on my skin
or a rip in the seam of what holds my soul together.
Mirrors are out of the question,
even if they reaffirm existence.
They shout,
“You are here. You exist!”
They polarize
and objectify the things I cannot face.
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 12:11 AM UTC
**Hey gorgeous,
Whats going down?
Seems like you've fallen down,
Since the last I've been around
You speak not a sound
I can only feel your pain
when you push me down
Hey gorgeous,
Don't let them steal your thunder,
you're more than just a number
With them goddess eyes,
You give me butterflies
Others are quick to polarize your heart,
And tear your beautiful mind apart
Hey gorgeous,
I can only think back to when I felt your forehead
Cold to the touch,
I clutch on to you right hand
Holding it;
I felt hypnotized within a depressed state.
No one was inside
You were just an empty case
Hey gorgeous,
You would think I have forgotten
The list we use to make
The reasons why we should live
And forgive ourselves for our mistakes
1. You can't control what others do
2. The world needs more beautiful people like you
3 you are in battle,
and a soldier may never surrender
4. The people you think don't care; 85% of them would **** for you
5.
Remember when we made those promises
on that cold winter day
I held your hand,
As the wind blew in your face
The sky was a cold dark gray
I said
"hey gorgeous!
Let's Make a Deal,
If I Stay Alive will you do the same?"**
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC
One two three four
Give us the blood we're lusting for.
five six seven eight
watch our fear turn into hate.
You tricked us!
You tricked us!
An injustice here,
a bogey man there,
smoke and mirrors are everywhere!
One two three four
the only answer now is war.
five six seven eight
we'll all be lost if we hesitate!
You tricked us. One two!
You tricked us. Three four!
should have known all along
that this was all wrong,
the weak and the strong
should all belong
To what?
To what?
Lean on back and strut!
nine to the front
and six to the rear
Lean on back and strut.
One two three four
resources resources we want more!
five six seven eight
There's never too much on our plate!
Your left
Your right
Polarize em and watch em fight!
sound off! One two!
Sound off! Three four!
You'll never guess what we have in store!
Lean on back and strut.
Ain't no sense in looking down,
globalization's coming round,
If we stay 8 billion strong
Resources won't last that long.
So there's enough to go around
let's bring this population down!
We'll make that riff raff disappear
all we need is hate and fear!
Sound off- One two
Sound off- Three four
One two three four......
Lean on back and strut!
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC
Running through empty streets,
chasing dreams
and resurrecting hope. The faint smell
of troubled youth is carried by
a strangely cold November breeze
from a baker's window--
Cinnamon and ***
Somewhere in the corner where the buses
stop there are children drawing
rainbows and flowers
on the rough asphalt, innocently trying
to make each other crack a smile
Somewhere along the shore stands an old,
longing man picturing his wife
knee-deep in the water,
soft and beautiful as ever and
he is losing patience waiting for their reunion
Three blocks away from the chapel
some anxious fourteen-year-old is
blasting Polarize,
wanting to be a better brother, better son
His mom yells it's too loud and he covers
his face with a pillow
In the distance you will hear bottles
breaking along with the hearts
offered but ignored
There's a tapping of restless fingers on
the keyboard by a woman finally finding
the right words to say to someone
who gave up on life too soon
but as the clock strikes 3 she realizes
it's already too late.
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 3:26 AM UTC
A moment of reprised sentience retrospectively retrograding on its own
Deeds done ago
Revering its alter right
lead as stones and alive
Substract whats unchanneled revivified its denials
Polarize whats neccessary and in ;undeniably benéfact
If that was riddling you away
And but dont only be able to dictate
Learn to appreciate each imprint
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 9:15 AM UTC
Tar
How could you have
expected me to defend you,
when you had, without an explanation,
bid me adieu?
How could you expect me
to wipe your slate clean
when you were never
what you seemed?
Your stain remains though
your traces have been
blurred and sugarcoated,
all the trouble you caused
hidden under your hood,
I receive the blasphemy
and you're a ***** for the applause,
Your lungs coated in tar,
you inhale smoke
and exhale bitterness
just to criticize
what you cannot polarize;
right, wrong, and too much.
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 7:33 PM UTC
weather suddenly turns colder
you grow further
days become shorter
darkness feels normal.
i try to hear your voice
but you can't hear mine either
a technicolor summer
dulled the light in your eyes.
we lie and suffer
perceptions polarize.
we've grown apart,
or you've changed;
my mind replays your thought
you are spring estranged.
oh, how i loved you.
i am fallen leaves on a tree.
i rise to the end of the atmosphere.
promise to always see me
collected on the frigid brink of out-of-here.
my leaves scatter from pisces to leo
and illuminate against the beyond black.
my leaves will never come back,
but a page, a fingerprint, an open sky will remind you
that i held your hand through the dark.
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 5:41 AM UTC
When I lose something,
I gain.
This isn't Karma.
Let me explain.
Lose greed,
Gain charity.
Lose despair,
Gain hope.
Lose hate,
Gain love.
You see how it works.
Lose anger,
Gain peace.
It's exponential too.
Lose a negative.
Polarize.
Be positive.
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
we've melted our poles
yet we polarize ourselves
in intolerant black and white
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 2:17 PM UTC
My sister, my diver,
My seeker, my surviver
It’s been a year since our reunion
Time to us is an illusion
We came together in a time of need
Last year was real, but time moves quickly
You’ve soared high skies,
You’ve roamed the mountains,
You’ve danced in valleys,
You’ve bathed in fountians
I see myself in all that you’ve done
I see us both in constellations
Creating stars in the eternal night sky
Dance with me, let’s polarize
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 6:29 AM UTC
so here we are.
it's been three days and you already forgot how to keep this thing
this monster
this dying tree
alive
even though I've been doing it for years on my own.
sometimes people mix up the permanent
with the
air they exhale with every new touch.
silly us
trading stories like buddies
but
hurting like lovers.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
Mr. Big sits at his big mahogany desk
At the top of his big tower.
Mr. Small sits at his small table
In his small enclave.
Mr. Big buys what he wants
And then some.
Mr. Small buys what he needs,
But doesn’t quite make it.
Mr. Big gives in to instant gratification,
Even though it makes him empty.
Mr. Small does the same,
But thinks it would be different if he had money.
Mr. Big wants the world.
Mr. Small wants what Mr. Big has.
Their bank balances polarize sharply with time,
But their hearts are the same,
And they’re ignorant to this.
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 2:24 PM UTC