"pulsations" poems
Enzymes directing life force through biochemical processes - nutrients from bountiful soil fusing metabolic, synchronic pulsations and creating existential tonic
Developing a constellation of ideas; a symphony of fresh and innovative designs oscillating between various meditative and educative representations at increasingly high, metaphysical levels of vibration.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC
Artificial means and memes the fingers perusing naturally formed hide and go seek
Chic creatures wrought from nanoparticles based on modeled consciousness neural networks
A handsome hivemind of bee;s building trees from cds ...intersynth polygons attracted
to stack platonic forms emanation waves alpha beta delta gamma omega 1 , 2 ,3
this multiversal layering from micro to macro of matter animated by its intoned
hertz pulsations and the interferrence pattern of the changing relationship due to the amount, frequency, force, temperature , texture , text messages, timing , geometry , subharmonics and overtones, a jewel net . syncronistic synergetic, synaptical sparkles.
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 10:00 PM UTC
From depth to height, from height to loftier height,
The climber sets his foot and sets his face,
Tracks lingering sunbeams to their halting-place,
And counts the last pulsations of the light.
Strenuous thro' day and unsurprised by night
He runs a race with Time, and wins the race,
Emptied and stripped of all save only Grace,
Will, Love,--a threefold panoply of might.
Darkness descends for light he toiled to seek;
He stumbles on the darkened mountain-head,
Left breathless in the unbreathable thin air,
Made freeman of the living and the dead,--
He wots not he has topped the topmost peak,
But the returning sun will find him there.
3.7k
I want to be an astronaut,
feel the pulsations of liftoff,
experience the orbiting of crystal seas
taste the rising sun
& the rush of reentry
for eternity.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 5:59 AM UTC
When within my cells there rages war,
For a second breath I’d stare at the stars;
The old world thickened under my feet,
Yet across my sorrows the ends would meet;
So to renew these aspirations of ours,
Perhaps on a missile on its way to Mars.
("We are past the third wave,
past the coastline,
past the coral reef.")
No I haven’t always been there for you,
In these gardens we’ve walked around and through;
From green to red, vice-versa and so forth,
We’ve gone past Saturn many times before;
Now I’m on my way to a distant shore,
Paddling the bloodstream of my heart.
("We reach through the gate,
the threshold of no-return,
far beyond Saturn.")
Amidst curiosity and its pulsations,
Of skies infinite, a stubborn astronaut;
It’s time to decline and lose it all
Or time to rise up and answer the call;
Fractions of a split-second, a trigger;
Wings spread to the dark yonder.
("The moon now floats behind us,
It cicatrizes our scars as we sail
Far into the night.")
The journey into the unknown
Always finds a way to take you home.
Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 1:03 AM UTC
Increase The Pace (Side A)
Rhythmic pulsations invade comatose receptors
Lingering in the thick summer smog
The onset of tribulation commences-
Increase the pace.
Reverb ripples through
Hot wet lungs,
Love and Hate
The beats resonate...
Scared vinyl skips:
Repeating visions of angst,
Violent red chords
Rolling off shredded steel strings,
Acting as mania’s fingers…
Feet trapped in rebel rubber soles
Draw on littered concrete floors
Lonely like before
Noble souls abandoned this
Scene of raunchy rust,
gravity grabbing
as our wrists touch.
Increase The Pace (Side B)
Rush to Eden-
Greeted by harsh halogen
Bleach, eating out your sinuses,
water swirls as it slithers
round the basin
heavy door mutes the static,
holding back waves of thick smoke.
Blood shot eyes soothed
By branded potions,
Clarity cleanses
Dismembered demons
Crazed revelations infect the night no more
Forced silence seeps into aching eardrums
Breath forced from lungs
Adolescent epiphanies
Swirls down the drain,
Flying around chrome chains
Dust worn as protection
Drips into the sewers,
Flushed away
Forced silence reigns true
Voice of the bass-line
Forgotten anew.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 5:39 PM UTC
I can feel my heart beat deeper now.
The release of lust has left me bright and living.
My veins course with vibrant pulsations that
bring about a serene confidence in the
silence that I form around my dwelling.
What it is the traveler wishes
to see within me, is a vast
emptiness that will vanish when perceived.
Nothing special is the key,
thus every moment I am hidden.
Amongst the brush the sage can sit,
where no wind can blow,
and Mara is caught cold in snow;
The moment is beautiful, kept and slow.
Thus the answer to everything is the act of letting go.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC
The tree’s don’t sleep at night
they photosynthesize , by moonlight.
Leaves drink in the cool wise light
And give off dreams of softly fading starlight
Whispers of secrets , monthly unfurl
A single blossom falls at new moon
Hurtling to the ground, awake before noon
Ever noticed? The very word has the circle
Curled up in the centre , twice to make sure we remember , two full cups , not one.
Geko’s slip off old skins
And the croaking frog adds to the din
As thunder rolls in
Triggering the dogs bark
Guardian of the stark naked couple
Asleep in their parallel worlds
Together under the umbrella of ambient lighting
Not the natural kind either
But a shameless copy of pure sunlight
That emenates when their bodies collide
On the material plane.
Astral visions lead the way to headquarters
The address? Fax? Phone number?
I’m afraid you’ll have to dial again ,
Unless you’ve meditated on the vibration of emancipation
Then you would already know, you are already there
Doors are open , for those who care to try
No lock on this baby ,
Ain’t no safe to play safe
We bask in our humble glory
Under the shores on undulating tides
Rhythmic pulsations
no where to hide
The emanations come from within,
Without , a shadow of a doubt
There is a war coming , infact we’ve already been fighting for decades
Just like the change of winds, nature knows her stuff
Tip the seeds too soon and you’ll end up with a field full of fluff
But just in time and a harvest with enough to reduce every super market shelf to dust
Even though they already stock that kinda stuff
Clean up on Aisle 4, Aisle 3 , Aisle 2 , Aisle 1
Return the purchase , we’ve discovered the ****
In the cake
And we found the frog in the salad,
At least their habitat is intact
Or did you think I was still talking about the shops?
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 7:05 AM UTC
Dear...
This haphazard poem was written solely for you
Matterless, what you came garbed in
Fever elicited, passion anew
You’ve graced me, the repetition of ‘could-have-been’
I loved the way you speak
Of knowledge and triumph
And I, bumbling and meek
Tirelessly I sought and now still seek
Your council, your court
For my amusement, for my sport
Conversing over a poisoned well
I listen in genuine
Raise my voice
Sing with my friends amongst the din
Higher on the pillar, you I hoist
Pure skin my well intentioned hands mar
Clumsily, I lean into a similar heart
To discuss life and literature, fantasies these hands take too far
How eloquent the silk you weave, which you impart
Which inveigles and entices, cajole us into the city
On pale page, the street lamps and dim moon, art
Palpitations and liquor test the pity
Of light and fire
I cannot help but explore your shapely form
And yet, without bar
Across miasma, my guide is a cute little hand
Solitude, the pulsations do doggedly solicit
I just want to be close, you grant this
Bewitched by the creamy satin of pale skin
Distantly, warmly, I gaze in those God-given sculptures
Of the richest green and azure hues, bespeak feminine
Engaged in the other’s stare, two drunken apers
The night, black as sin,
The mould of outcome of we are the shapers
And I shape regret that rises with the sun
You come back vividly and lucidly
Distant and opposite, worlds across, you from me
A nondescript ghost in the corner
Who speaks so placidly
I remember with regret
I remember with exultation
I’ve ruined our relationship
Our relationship topical felicitation
I haven’t had time to apologize
I haven’t had enough time with you
If I ever see you again
I’d mend everything
I’d discover the girl behind the name
And cleanse the projection askew.
Love, Me
Dear... .
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 12:10 PM UTC
I **** myself so good
Better than you wish you ever could
I feel my body shaking
As if I never shook
Gripped fists , tight teeth
Pelvis high I can hear her weep
Crying out without a doubt
More pressures in , pulsations sweet
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
I kissed those lips so many times,
I held you as you caressed me to your will,
heat's rising between the two of us
& I'm becoming intoxicated
by your lustful glares-
As you stare deep into my eyes
while you deviously - lavishly
lick & **** betwixt my legs...
Pulsations consuming my very thoughts
I was to be the one to ******
once I finished my seductive belly dance...
You've surpassed me - grabbing
my dancers gear,
ripping fabric as you
feverishly kissed my gaping- shocked
"wide open" mouth.
Sweet ecstasy's taking
over every part of my being.
Your tantalizing tongue
teasing in and out
of me as I spread wider for you.....
I rant the silence with lustful
passionate screams as wave after
seductive waves
pulsate through me all the way to my toes.
I'm hurting in a good way as you climb up over me
slowly so wondrously slow
you enter me,
moving deeper
ummm
deeeeeperrrr.....
I feel Oh
YESSSS...............
I come wake
sadly it's only
a dream!
May 13, 2010
May 13, 2010 at 10:22 AM UTC
I need the night time like a entertainment ****** reaches for the remote.
The airwaves become quickly clogged with HD Grade *** Crack.
Whereas i...relish in the freed up air time ,
empty roads , routes , biological networks...
For miles around............................................... only a few souls dj their late night slots..
emanate their energetic pulsations with the precision that night time calls for,
don’t worry the drunks fall under the radar..
Delta wave walking...
i need the night time.. for the forgiving nature of loose shades of shadows
and the seams between imaginary and vivd hallucinations blur for a while...
some may say that neither of them exist in the plane of relative ‘normal’ thinking ...
but i’d say imagination is the hardest one to fathom.
Vivid hallucinations make up our senses.
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 10:50 PM UTC
***Book One
(∞The Psalm of The Star Child∞)
The Precursor's Psalm I-V
To the Child of The Empyrean. For ye valleity stars shine.
(I) ―En Fortissimo
1 Tender with sentimentality,
I fathom you,
2 That you draw closer, nigh’ with every waking moment,
Closer to ensconce ‘twixt my embrace,
3 That your towering arms
May aegis these benighted bones.
4 The Vestibule of Our Souls shall be
Assoiled by an Arcadian Eternity,
5 Shall scintillate in my every blooded tear, shed garnetiferously,
―Upon my crucifix, our crucifix:
6 A penance, pardoning our transgressions prognostically
Before by romance, we touched erringly.
(Se'lah)
(II) Celestial Communion
1 O, Star Child,
May your beckoning
2 Sow the Seeds of Somnus upon the sanctimony
Festering in my faith,
3 (A besmirched hope)
Tarnished by my reverenc’d doubt.
4 O Minstrel of Manumission,
Will ye sing unto me ye SoulSong?
5 The Womb’d Aethers bleed,
The Terraqueous Mother conceives, Gaian a dream,
6 Her Luminous Brethren yearn
For the Arbiter of Fates.
(Se'lah)
(III) Song of Wishes
1 Velleity speaks,
It whispers,
2 In the twinkling of the stars.
When shall it end,
3 When
It has yet to begin?
4 Be still― and become one with all things,
As time fades, consciousness begins,
5 The Experiential Cascade:
All that was, all that is, & all that shall be,
6 Circular & Cycling,
Forevermore.
7 Know that there is a reason,
Know that there is a place,
8 Know that there is a person,
In this world for you.
9 Open up your heart and see,
All you were meant to see.
(Se'lah).
(IV) Spiritus de Tempus (Zeitgeist of the Future)
1 ―Blooming in Reminiscence
The Dreamscape glistens,
2 A Redolent Reverie wafts
The Tenuous Air amidst
3 Her Zephry'd Lightwaves
& Crystalline Pulsations.
4 Ardently I pine,
For thine visage, groping for a rhyme,
5 Whence I can gaze once more upon thine
Countenance sublime,
6 All desperations been defied,
For thee I reverberate Love, The Spirit of the Times.
(Se'lah)
(V) Bastion Heart
1 The agony in existentiality
Unravels undying piety
2 And
Cloistered in cadence of solitude,
3 I, the Somnolent One,
Am roused by The Heart’s Resonance.
4 In wanting, there is life,
In desirelessness, wanting still,
5 Know thine Power,
Indomitable Will:
6 The Couer & The Amour of the Spirit
Are immortal.
(Se'lah)***
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 8:05 AM UTC
.
Reading the poetry of the dumb *****
Trying to cram a boy
Into the steel trap vacancy
Of their meaningless lives
While I probe into the lines
Hoping to find a remnant
Of something human
/////
// //
||
the gentle power
( creation )
The saint in celestial wisdom
Gazes into the pulsations of grace and humility
That linger amid
The countless assassinations
That are the mark of the world's depravity
•
dumb **** life !
The loveless pretensions !
( no one is really here at all )
)(
Just a bunch of kids
Getting ready to be *****
//
By others
And by themselves !
//
The stream that flows by the cabin door
)(
The pure maiden !
//
Alive in the healing magic of her art !
)(
The tenderest memories !
)(
And we ALL are there
::
The young boys and girls !
The sacred words !
The wealth amid the poverty
)(
We DO understand !
////
Along the broken dream streets
We stumble
Some
Trying to escape madness into the
Hearts of each other
Most trying to find solace
In the exicitment of pain
And the herd mentality
Of terminal indifference
•••
Child !
Be ready to choose
Even l am mortal
And will be here for only a little while more !
|||
So
Don't get slimed by a dumb ****
And their promises of numbness
As a form of peace !
We are the warriors
;;
The stream flows by the cabin door
See the pure maiden !
Find the love that is true
You are ALWAYS welcome there
.
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 2:55 PM UTC
Let not fear be a hindrance
To the things you wish to say or do
And so as the gloom of day
Keep you static, unmoving
Supress no longer
The emotions you bottled within
And let your thoughts ascend
Unto their own paths
* * *
Endure the flow;
Leave the circuitry be
Let the pulsations persist;
Let yourself feel a moment for once
Or must the weight of the shadow remain to envelop you
Unless you choose to break away–
Not only shall the sunshine touch your skin,
But the crystals be absorbed and dissolved
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 6:37 AM UTC
Our passions awaken within the palms of a cherub
Enraptured with twinkles that blanket the night sky
Now they share forever these chaste divine flames
As our hearts fuse intimately in the sweetest lullaby
Soaring then the Heavens on your soft gentle wings
We gaze at the world in this breathtaking journey
Amorous sensations absorb the core of our beings
Laying the foundation for the passion we shall see
Hypnotic stars glisten from both your precious eyes
Captivating my very essence, which already is yours
A euphoria of joy overtakes my heart at this time
Enlivening my heart while within you it then soars
The Sun’s golden rays beam upon your sultry gems
Exotically glowing with your very lustrous appeal
Fruitful with life they shine forth with your essence
Which bursts within mine sharing passions we feel
Your alluring smile shackles my heart with precision
Invigorating it spiritually with the passions we share
Our passions escalate quickly in a tornado of ecstasy
While our souls hold each other rising as they blare
Harmonious skies prepare for both our souls to arrive
In this tornado of ecstasy that we ride with pleasure
Perfumed with fragrances that exude from within you
As our love-filled winds ascend us upon our treasure
The sky breaks in two ruby-spirals, which mimic us
Blissfully surreal with each our existences enamored
Warming pulsations echo throughout all of Heaven
Seeping from our hearts into the Heaven we explored
Romantic melodies echo through the farthest regions
Thereafter resonating from our hearts to our dreams
Locked now in place is our commitment to each other
As the pinnacle of our Love has reached new extremes
Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 10:09 AM UTC
Coming to the reunion party,
You look drop dead gorgeous,
Shoulderless you gyrate now,
Your gown looks so golden,
Every man is with their wife,
Still, no one looks at his own,
And everyone wants to feel you.
I observe them adjusting pants,
Stealing looks at you frequently,
Few have their mouths open,
For the past fifteen minutes,
I grow slightly insecure,
For you are so beautiful,
My lovely gorgeous wife.
Now the alpha male comes,
I was not ready for him,
He asks your hand for dance,
You agree after looking at me,
Then I see you dancing with him,
He pulls you close to himself,
You soon excuse yourself.
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 1:29 AM UTC
~
“Snowflakes gather in crystalline drfitings”
Lifting your hair, kissing the nape of your neck
Warm flesh waits on tippy toe desires
Lips brush skin, lower beyond silver chain clasp
Sighs slip past moon shadow echoes
“Frost bitten warnings fuel whistling winds”
Candlelight flickers in illumined frenzy
Strong hands caress velvet curves, moving
Satin ******* excite at the touch, firming
Mouths meet across milky shoulders
“Chilly coatings mingle, drafty windows squeal”
Reaching behind delicate fingers guide, slowly
Passion emanates from quivered partings
Honey drippings moisten, sticky, sweet
Whispered moans tantalize, moments ignite
“Wind chimes sing frantically behind icicle curtains”
Down pillow yearnings, grasped, held
Eyes look back, smiles meet motions
Held closer, breathless exhales on dreams exposed
Deeper finds the pristine moment
“Algid gusts wail through frigid echoed alleyways”
My name, loudly called, enchanted nirvana
Faster still, bodies in charged friction
Two become one, senses explode, flooding oasis
Eruptions quake bodies in perspired heap
“Arctic blast pierces sweltering pleasures”
Ecstasy sings in midnight harmonies
Melodic as the polar pulsations beyond
Numbed in devotion’s destinations
Wondrous snowy white blankets chill the world
“As our love provides winter’s perfect heat”
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 9:25 AM UTC
*transformations
sometimes seen as
magical events..
but let's track
a northward unity
and southward split..
one becomes three
and three one..
constant motion
these sensational trips
pulsations
found in
the heart of
cosmos and cell...*
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC
In that moment
I truly felt you for the first time.
Your breath rolling over my neck,
your hands grasping my waist,
I wanted to keep that still-frame forever.
It felt invigorating,
as if you were bringing life to the dead.
You offered pulsating veins
and hyperactive breathing
in contrast to a world
that only desires
to watch its victims suffocate.
I stole and absorbed every moment,
like oxygen to spasming lungs.
I became a maddened catalyst
with an insatiable craving,
driven by my new found ability
to feel this breathless seduction.
I tried memorizing
every pore on your skin
while I took you in.
Inhaling as deeply as I could;
I held you there
in my lungs.
But now that the end has arrived
I only feel distance
and empty space
the product of reality,
and carbon dioxide flooded veins
Too afraid to breathe out
in fear the air
will have disappeared once again.
Possibly forever.
You are ******* unforgettable.
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 10:40 PM UTC
You caress my palms, kissing the ridges of my knuckles
With the sweet tenderness of peaches hanging under the sun.
Your tongue is a river rock smoothed over
By torrents of stream-water, turned pink by the subtle heartbeat
Of escalating pulsations from thumb-tip to chest.
Your lips are the gentle puckering catfish upon my neck,
Tickling veins like spindle-legged crayfish.
Your eyes bore softly into mine like melting rivulets,
Blue-rushing, meeting a freckle of green and flecks of hazel,
Laid upon me like the blanket I had when I was three,
Teasing me like a feather flirting with grasses on the bank.
Your fingers embrace the small dip of my ankle, motionless against skin.
Your body is a poem, speaking louder than your tongue,
Forming sonnets with your spine and simple words, saying “I adore you.”
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC
Why am I always bereft of the thing that I seek the most?
I always seek a willing soul
A soul who would entreat my own
And I the same
I, the slave of my nerves
A slave to the pulsations of my skin
The very thing I’ve always hated
I want hate
I want to hate myself
I want inspiration
That comes from the hate that flows
So freely from my finger tips
So beautiful a thing that passes by
So ignorant of what I could say
What I could appeal to
What drunken emotions accentuated
By the feelings of night
My pointless words
My sickened intellect
What I perceive as truth and the right way
I’m sorry to everyone
All those with the displeasure
Of hearing my obtuse
Faked heart, faked mind
I’m sorry
But I’m not authentic
I’m a replica
I’m not genuine
I’m a thing so pinioned around
The thought of ***
It clouds everything else
I want this false notion of love
I want a distraction
Something that keeps me away
From the emptiness of existence
I don’t want to face it alone
There has to be someone who thinks my skin worthy
There has to be an individual
I didn’t trick
Someone with
The very fantasy of love within them
Someone as foolish as me
With fake blood pulsating through their heart
Like me
Someone with the raw, acknowledged beat of lust
Flowing through those impermanent veins
Like the worthlessness
Extending from every extremity
Nothing is right
There is no light
Goodness has gone beyond me
Genuine Morality
Only the flame of passion
Ebbs in my matter
Not that story
Not that fantasy
Only a lie
One I can’t even abuse
Everyone is gone
I feel like life
Is but staring into a mirror:
Nothingness
Abstraction
Distance
Let this failure,
This over interpretation of a life
Die in the obscurity
Of the night Time
Good night all
Enjoy your lives
If only I could distract myself
From the awful reality
Like you
I want to be like you
Where life has meaning
Like action has sway
I am nothing
And never will be.
If only love could find me.
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 11:20 AM UTC