"precautionary" poems
He came from a land unrefined;
Encompassed by violence, poverty yet possesses clarity of mind.
A mind built from Hardwork and Determination,
A soul inspired by Intrepidation
Freedom, Release and an infectious sense of inner Peace.
They met in a state of flux,
Going, coming, nothing left but to give it up,
So heart broken, she took his hand,
The adventure began on water but would end on land,
Meadows, Beaches, Visions left them speechless.
She saw a flash, a light;
Precautionary measures tested the capacity of his might.
Slow Down! She'd lost sight.
Tried to keep up but her heart said "Flight"!
Escape! Hide from the cruelty clawing from the inside.
Time was chasing, they had to keep up,
He left as she collapsed into the mouth of a half empty cup.
She gobbled up the cup with no thought of tomorrow.
"He is strong, he'll be fine," focus deflected from sorrow.
Regret, Remorse, shall Fate be trusted to run it's course?
Smiles and Mischief were all that could remain,
She slowly began to learn to becloud fruitless pain,
She's walked away from tough stains,
In memory of his arms where enthusiasm never wanes.
Growing, longer, when he returns she shall be stronger.
If Fate knows Love and Love is true,
Fate shall be entrusted to do what it do,
But Fate can be twisted, Fate can be cruel
And the little girl knew the twisted Power of Fate's Rule
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 7:37 AM UTC
All along I've been waiting for a fire that can melt my frozen heart
It’s been so cold keeping a heart that frosted by pain;
Because of your smile it beats again like a new day after a dark winter storm
Your blazing thoughts melt my icy ****** world
You’re a saint of fire that warmth my freezing emotions;
Like a rainbow after the rain and for what I learned
If you want to admire a rainbow after the rain, you should try to love again after the pain'
The pain that I secretly hiding is now fading, and the thoughts that I reserved now I know for whom it leads
This night the sky is dark and I see a million of stars just pass by my sight
Is it a coincidence or a sign that I ‘am starting to fall?;
Just like a falling star from a dark night sky
Some people say “out of sight out of mind” but I think that is completely wrong;
‘Coz I don’t see you but you’re the only thing in my mind
I know I can get attracted to anybody but falling in-love is a different story;
So I think this night I ‘am slowly, softly, precautionary falling in-love
After the countless debates and arguments with myself I came to that conclusion;
And there is nothing I can do about it…
I never asked for this to happen…nor did I think it could…but I think it just did;
But no matter what, I know this is just another dream
And no matter how beautiful your dreams are, you always have to wake up.
Mar 16, 2012
Mar 16, 2012 at 9:52 AM UTC
In a tiny allotment right next to the zoo
A miniature jungle was planted and grew
The flora was dense and the air became hot
But confined to a tidy rectangular plot
An unthinkable duo of creatures converged
And it's said that a spanking new species emerged
For a curious beast was reportedly seen
Roaming and munching on anything green
Make haste! Away! It's the Buffagorilla!
A shredder of lettuce and cereal killer
With hooves at the front and hands at the rear
The Buffagorilla is near!
It shambles about at the darkest of hours
On hedges it crunches and bunches of flowers
On daffolil bulbs and petunia petals
With hearty aplomb on a cluster of nettles
Covertly perusing with maximum hush
It can wander through gardens disguised as a bush
No carrot or parsnip is safe in its bed
And the marrows are quaking in vegetable dread
Depart! Retreat! It's the Buffagorilla!
The broccoli butcher and vegetable killer
With ape like features and horns of a steer
The Buffagorilla is near!
So if you hear a mention of butternut theft
Or notice a garden, all bare and bereft
Insure your potatoes for damage and loss
Give the salad a purely precautionary toss
For a creature is roaming the byway and track
With its legs at the front and its arms at the back
And it might be your gooseberries or chervil he spies
So I beg you take heed as I once more advise
Be gone! Take flight! It's the Buffagorilla!
The strawberry napper and cucumber killer
Just hide in your cellar and steer well clear
The Buffagorilla is near!
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 7:07 PM UTC
Two years forward,
Life continues to move on.
I take steps to avoid,
Going back to the hell
I once put myself in.
I remember telling you,
"Please forgive me if I forget you right now."
I took a precautionary measure,
To save me from demise.
I was so fragile back then.
Any memory of you,
Made me feel like I,
I was the cause of your death.
I blamed myself for every little thing.
I wasn't there when I should've been.
...When I was mourning your loss,
They told me to stop being hard on myself.
"You did nothing wrong.", they would assure me.
In a way, they were right.
However, I can't stop but think,
That the smallest gestures
Would have made an impact,
And you'd be here tonight.
Maybe you would be alive to this day.
But reality sank in. I realized...
There was nothing I could do,
To save your life.
Moving on seemed like the only option.
As hard as it was to admit, I had to let go.
There was no way I could bring you back into this world.
I had to face tomorrow like it was another day...
Another day has gone by without seeing you smile,
Another day has gone without hearing your voice.
Another day has gone by, and I had no choice
but to move on without you by my side.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
All I have are splinters of memory
Lodged in my mind
My father was a wanderer in the halls of my heart
I can remember being small enough to hug his waist
His long jet black hair draped over me like a dead tree
Dormant and stuck
It wasn't your fault
The world forced you to grow up
Your life was a precautionary tale
A map of edges and fault lines to avoid
You walked down all the dark paths to high light the night
Choke holding the demons so I could escape
There are times where I see that I've inherited your anger and pride
It wasn't your fault
You didn't bring in the tide
The void of your absence is too heavy to frame
So I dumped it in your casket
Buried alive
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 11:46 PM UTC
Your tears are like champagne;
They cost more than you like to admit in polite company
And they're saved for the most special of occasions.
Every drop is to commemorate a monumentous event
(even if the event isn't immediately obvious to the rest of us).
When we were together I never got closer than hearing the bubbles fizz below the surface.
When we broke up you popped the cork and showered everything in sight with alcoholic nothingness.
My tears are like, well, water;
Not in that you need them to survive
But in that they are inescapable.
My fragility (or childishness) is evident in leaking taps
And dripping branches
And 80% of my biological make up.
When we were together you drank nothing but saltwater sadness.
shame, joy, surprise, every emotion warranted another glass of water.
When we broke up my tear ducts popped like two water balloons and nobody was surprised, they had already opened their umbrellas and taken a precautionary step back.
If they had stood a little closer, opened their mouths a little wider, they might have caught the fleeting taste of bitter wine and the closest I have ever come to crying champagne tears.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 5:49 PM UTC
It was Saturday,
And you said God was with us.
So, we drove as fast as possible-
Into blistering orange and purple,
Into the death of the sun.
Because we knew he was, just as well as wasn’t.
There was sweat on your chest,
And on mine two black handprints of mud.
You called me your Apache warrior.
I made fierce stabs at sol, spears tipped with glass.
I did not **** the fire, only scared him away for a cycle.
In ecstasy you asked if I’d like some-
Fearful to step past my father’s drugs I shrugged you a no.
Sold you the same line from dreams before.
I don’t like being in heaven and hell at the same time.
To which you replied with hollow eyes to hell with heaven.
And together we cried ponds in the parking lot of Wal-Mart.
Beseeching the dams not hold,
Hoping we could wash it all clean.
It was Sunday,
And you said that god was dead-
We danced in the street, maniacs,
Exposed flesh and drumming war cries.
Busted open the fire hydrant and nursed,
Hysterical for love and peaceful tomorrows,
Crusaders of regrettable intentions.
And then your mother called and you had to run off to church.
During this fifth year you were enlightened.
Many people feel that upon reading a book or two.
Labeled me wrong, you of course playing the protagonist -
I didn’t see it that way.
I wasn’t keeping any type of score.
Still bear chested, scowling at king sun,
Howling to mother moon, dressed in pale luminous silk,
Knowing she would never howl back.
With duly noted precautionary tales in mind I set forth-
To coastal plains lush with life,
Trees hiding the cityscape.
Stars sending light at a glacial pace,
Eroding corneal muck.
You had left three sheets to the wind,
And I was inside my own mind without.
Skies bled crimson heat,
Leached from me that passion that once held steadfast
And it was pleasant at best.
But, I am no martyr.
Revitalized in my own indulgences,
Slept till Saturday when you returned-
The world making right again.
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 2:09 PM UTC
Label the worldly desires merely a necessity
Live the purpose, just float above this sin city
Sparks of the coils attract into their electricity
Here lies all sadness, it's nothing a felicity
Forces the other coils into mutual inductance
Draws closer if not expressed reluctance
Easy is to fall down when the body's dense
Dodge hazardous wires and move, hence
Consume the meat of their fashion raw
Sharpen the focus, copy their fierce claw
Effective becomes spreading embodying the law
Judge not others, first clear up your flaw
Scrape the soul into a clothing translucent
Devilish whispers dissolved by 70 percent
Introduce oxygen and begin your ascent
Fumes off such reactions diffuse a smell pleasant
Preserves the body, such that as formaldehyde
When the soulless is buried, just to hide
Acts out instructions in his four day ride
Or at least for the acceptance once had tried
Faith feeds through placenta of the heart
Birth, a destined process, transformation a start!
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 5:24 AM UTC
It's too hot to sleep, or, rather, the apricot garden
looming in the darkness of the kitchen,
and my thoughts conspire,
to keep at least the back of my sieve-shutter headwork
alive and stealing electrons, from the still air;
that maze that fails to circulate,
regardless of how wide the window has been torn apart.
She leaves seashell footprints down my spine,
the sea shore of my wanting more to this life than idle standby,
the will to stand up and not feel the blood drain
to my smaller toes,
and I am losing consciousness to the sound of agapanther print curtains
only to find it, in full gain or minor refrain,
pulling hemispheric or lobelike conditions
up and out
and out
and out for
hours on end.
So, god save me or forsake me, for I
fall far too easily, into grey-backlit memory,
tasting some sickly scent of smoke and secondhand perfume through my hair until morning,
when I will get up,
wash that old life of wants or hope away,
move promptly and, without warning,
start fresh with another disaster-
Like the day before last.
Like each day, scattered through our respective futures or pasts.
Like the life I once wanted,
and have now come to hide from.
Those bits that just keep slippin' away.
Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 5:12 AM UTC
I once asked him what it was like--
when making love made sense
when it left you in a glow and
not like it had me, in coils of
skin and apple scented oil
sobbing on a mattress in Chelan--
I can't help but ask as a precautionary measure,
I'm sure, the way people ask was it good for you too?
did it mean anything? were you making love or having ***
he says that's what breakups are. Not talking, letting go.
forging a bridge and then leaving it to decay,
I'll just become bitter with that long sideways glance
I've stopped memorizing his face because it's been sad
for a month,
i asked myself
if i traded a friendship
for a kiss at a cabin and
i wonder if he feels the same
because he let me in before
the promise of my body
and the sight of me as
a friend is too much
to handle.
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 9:30 PM UTC
A tremble begins to settle on seething skin
She is a maker of parasitical kin
It does not consume like a dancing fire
But it amplifies with a vision of curdling desire
Just like a mother, it grows like a molding seed
A miracle of the asexual spirit in a world of greed
Abrupt in nature, beloved by its own flesh and blood
It left an intangible mark inscribed on her soul in disguise of a hunch
A precautionary tale serves a special prevention of the ugly occurrence
What a marvelous delight it becomes when it reverts as a guide, full of opulence
But not in a sense of monetary value, rather a calculated demise
How does one understand a raw creation of wrath?
What will she become after venturing the thorny path?
Does an inquiry halts her progress in activating fury?
Is there an object of her ire that requires a narrative of her mutiny?
Why does the poison never spread like death in a rush?
Can she possibly raise an army to march with an uncontrollable urge of violence?
When will she endure the thinning of her lips to match the peace of a deafening silence?
Is there a warning to keep herself intact for the coming apocalyptic days?
Will it save the dormant history of her being through enactment of saving face?
The question remains unanswered, but the fulfillment of the instrumental vengeance shall prevail
The inappropriate conception is almost complete to its term
A note emerges from an acidic confinement for the preparation of a womanly stern
This clump of a girl is not a shameful creation for the sake of tragedy
If anything, the child's fulfilling rage will cleanse her ancestors as a token of remedy
There is no reminder of a continuing paternity names on her birth
No need for prophetic visions as she strikes down the Earth
An abundant offerings on her behalf shall never satisfy her
As the melting iron starts to sizzle the plumper skin, the blinding nostalgia of rage tastes better
She has no patience for warnings to initiate an appropriate plan
The hour of her sustainable war has begun
Jan 3, 2024
Jan 3, 2024 at 11:59 AM UTC
You say it best when you're sleeping-
your fingers gently grazing
down my thigh to find a hand
that’s not your own-
I wish that it were so,
so easy to abide-
by the precautionary smirks
of simple lies.
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 7:53 PM UTC
Synchronic simple step
be
yonder, yo, go, no
go, si, go
on and on and on
… so yust so
yust to be we once went
we split, full moiety,
each
ac-
act-
act-ion -jello-timed- lobes
blobs plasmoieted mind
parabolic, by yah,
Arching fly call it, I got it,
call his name, yah who done
did done GOT
caught
the funny parts. Read the books.
Now. At this point, cognitive native
child formed in my mortal moment
per-ifery-wasery rules
secret se- per seance
sacred made knowledge,
state of knowing entered, left
ab-rupturously, grief, lief
left easy, re lief, sigh
good
grief. We were all
we- are Charlie Brown, forever
interrupted, as if once, however long ago,
we knew we were one thing,
then we knew we were merely
words between things you knew
and did not do.
and you know you imagined this is that.
The novel experience, this side.
Post-done and paid off.
Precautionary. Click.
Why not,
who is asking, hangs, as pregnant pause
über Þe olde excessive easing hook,
who are we, and what are we doing,
we who were to survive receiving
asked knowledge, the easy-does-it tree,
shows us the easy way, this way dis-eased.
The lie and the profundus is merely piercing.
Flatten the spikes, be atop the bed of nails.
Wait. Funda-mental, bottom mind, first
id-ego otherwise mind,
frame a being, be a
one, and not the other,
here, there, there, it's okeh, eh, ok?
E-see easing easy living, being been done,
doing all that old trees do, after all,
we wait to feel the fire beetles,
land and lay their eggs among our ash,
and swollen-cracked nuts,
fire calls them into heat, in season.
Such things we learned
from the ant people who saved us in reeds,
thatching from roofs floating, maybe,
really, lifeboats, but
think a tsunami through,
rush
incursive and excursive.
Lay down a layer of plausibility, evoke applause
clap each hand once.
Curtain.
Apr 28, 2023
Apr 28, 2023 at 2:01 AM UTC
I escaped from the Cognitive Radiance Suppression Clinic two nights ago
Slipped through the pressure cracks unnoticed
No precautionary measures
Just focus
On the outside I sung
Swept into a tornado of metaphysical
****** into a whirlpool of the spiritual
I was connected to the universe
Amplified by my well versed tongue
However, the reverie didn’t last long
My mind was confiscated
I was told its volatility needed to be monitored for safe measures
Now it’s attached to suppression plates
In that asylum I lay dormant
Patiently waiting for my next outbreak
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 9:00 AM UTC
17 months without seeing you -
1 phone call and every feeling I ever suppressed exploded into my body.
I thought the dam I had built was a precautionary one. A nice safety mechanism in case it ever monsoons.
I had no idea water had been building on the other side patiently waiting for one small crack to burst completely.
Apr 23, 2024
Apr 23, 2024 at 12:26 AM UTC
12/15/2015
"You, doctor, go from breakfast
to madness."
Anne Sexton
The engine of my amygdala:
so burnt out
I needed coolant, I needed something to prevent my
immolation
a sort of precautionary measure
Rum's flammable
I'd soon find out
In a crowd of hundred dark and
smoke crawled through my shoulders
social little parasite
apologize for being an interruption to everyone
"Wish I could've been there"
Sucrose altruism,
back at the mental hospital id relived
every single second with you
thinking of your anger I read Tennessee William's letters
I loved you
I even loved your hatred.
A girl across the hall screaming
about Jesus and her ****
shouting singing Shenandoah
"But I don't need to be here,"
I turned to my roommate,
a strong figure I still admire,
"Everyone says that, even with a Thorazine needle halfway down their ***
They'd had a name for it
Something about kisses, I don't remember
"Yeah, it leaves a huge bruise on
your *** they laughed in the
tv parlor
there we were
The tristate area's teenage
girls too unstable for the world
a step above "*oh, you know how
teenagers are*"
A girl with grey eyes
Came in my last night there
"Is it normal to cry on your
first day?"
I wasn't allowed to
even touch her shoulder
and so
with the alcohol and the
Lamotrogine I tried to figure
out where it'd all gone wrong
but it'd been hiding in me
psychotic seed,
a virus carrier a patient zero of my own
tepid insanity!
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC
You take blurred photos like a blind man
And then call them sublime
Nothing stops you from singing in the rain
"Singing In The Rain"
Like the droogie from a movie
That we saw another time
Tell me another tale, I asked of you
About your mom or dad, whoever you are less closer to
But you wouldn't.
You ran out of home,
And ***** to give
Then you said I was just like you
Only if I could be honest
Maybe you were right
Also manic depressive
You are a rollercoaster ride
A theme park adventure with
No precautionary measures inside
You told me to take pictures
Like you were sure I will forget
Guess what, I didn't.
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 6:39 AM UTC
it's the world we live in
or the one of my own
fabrication
where
nothing is really as it seems
it's always something
no matter what
nothing is as it seems
I want to see you
but
precautionary measures
turn to screams
but what is there to lose?
life has grown so
drab and boring
important for a moment
and the ease you
move forward stings
try to be
all the things we
both want me to be
life's not fair
but then again it
molds to how you make it seem
you're over there
and I'm standing with
a heavy lean
if I could I would
sweat and
make us both believe
that these sins
of the flesh
are what we need
your body on mine
slowly
gently
makes me believe
your lips on mine
capture the breathe
we share and heave
your soul with mine
share meaning
I'll conceived
please don't remind
me where I've failed
and leave
growing numb
I want you to
relieve
I want you now
I want you with me
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 5:24 AM UTC
Drip drip drip
The blood paints the floor
Pupils shaking at the sight of the gore
Crimson crater diverging further
Before you know it the news will exclaim ******
I guess it kind of is, me killing my former self
By releasing my demons I gain insurmountable wealth
Say what you want, I've heard it all before
From "heartless ***** down to ***** *****
I know I'm better than those hurtful words you spew
Yet they still hit home and taint my already clouded view
The mirror is a trick and I don't believe it for a second
You taught me not to love myself and with false data you reckoned
The bandage on my wrist is precautionary at best
I don't care who comments on my relapse filled quest
Drip drip drip
The red soaks through and everyone assumes
"Oh she's the attention seeker" fills rooms
Sorry I guess for wanting control
It's never been my place and I never play that role
I'm passive and submissive in every other aspect
I need some grip on my world even if indirect
The scars are tempting and the blood is addicting
I always slice more, never restricting
It stings like crazy but I have to push harder
If the beads don't rise next time I'll be smarter
Technique is key in the process
Like a well thought out game of chess
Drip drip drip
I can't help but sign in relief
Another successful session, however brief
My pure fair skin bears more scars than it should
I want to stop but I don't think I could
Can't say I care at all anymore
Waking up in the morning is in itself a chore
Blissful sleep is my one escape
Only in my dreams can a happy life take shape
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 11:53 PM UTC