"pulverize" poems
Stars in the sky exploding
Space and time folding
Bombs going off as the galaxy rips
Flashing lights fight to eclipse
Visions full of fluorescence
At the sacrifice of a solar systems essence
Shooting stars cry across the skies
Puncturing planets as they pulverize
Swirls of liberation
Celestial bodies melting in devastation
Swarms collect and deform
Exploding into storms as they transform
The aura of the aurora bleeding like mascara
As if the planet is crying at the end of an era
Watching as black holes fight over vibrant sights
Pulling it apart as it ignites
What a wonderful curse
To befall the universe
It's so beautiful its cryptic
God bless a life so apocalyptic
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 1:57 AM UTC
I should have been a boxer....the way I stick and move when I write. The only person I know that can make the sun shine at night.
I should have been a boxer....the way i fight with words to paint a picture. I'm using the jab to set you up for the knockout blow. I'm looking for your tendencies and when i spot it......down you will go.
I should have been a boxer....float like a butterfly sting like a bee. A sign of honor to a fellow poet.....and inspiration to me.....Muhammad Ali. I should be a boxer the way i study my craft and observe the legends of the game. It's all all about the passion.....I could care less about fame.
I should have been a boxer.....you can't be good unless you train. I have my book ....my pen .....ideas in my brain. I have so many thoughts I may need another brain. I'm on the speed bag so my brain is quick with the flow....switching styles like a southpaw.....which way is it coming? I guess you will never know.
I should have been a boxer....because i really like to fight. Instead of gloves I utilize my pen to pulverize the paper and annihilate those foes and lost loves....father's who left their children at start. They couldn't finish the fight .....was he a coward or a scarecrow.....born without a heart.
I should've been a boxer.....because my defense is always up. I hide my poems inside a book .....it's highly guarded so don't try to look. The thoughts inside are g14 classified....so I'm hiring security guards.....if you want to gain entrance.....you must present an identification card.
I should've been a boxer....because I'm always fighting. My thoughts are knocked to the paper and bleeds black or red. I write about life .....because I know nothing about being dead. Although, I been knocked around .....and have had to take a standing eight.....I leaned on the ropes and learned to wait. Still working the jab......which are the words i write.
I should've been a boxer.....one hitter quitter and then it's time to say "Goodnight!"
Ladies and Gentlemen......we have a unanimous decision. The new poetic champion of the worldddddd!!! ......I should've been a boxer.....Yeah right.
Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 5:36 AM UTC
dark storms rising
as electricity
crackles up my spine
in ascent of moonspell
as I trip through
my own wires
my inner sense
of flesh
reverberating
in waves of
magnetic fireworks
and suddenly
I am spinning
my fibers
all splayed out
for you to see
a cartographer
of emotion
mapping your veins
and arteries
and we hold citizenship
of a private inner land
a country
that we share
as we into light expand
my inner goddess in tune
with your
molecules and carbon
your cells rushing like
a river
into my estuary
in landscapes of longing
blissfully unaware
but for our souls'
secret language of
pumping blood and fire
from here, it's uncharted
but for the rhythms
of desire
invisible to the naked eye,
we exquisitely penetrate
the surface
descend into the
depths of bones
the most primal core
where lava licks
push spirit's will
straight up to the fore
and I am the spark in
your most opaque rage
ready
to give it up
in dust and magic
as pulmonary exhale
flows the blood
and we dissipate , slowly
into uninhibited flood
Take me apart,
dark love
pulverize my limits
fly with me
to the opposite
of loneliness
where
every
millisecond
breathes
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 12:15 AM UTC
It feels surreally good
to lay out here
in the stillness that is day
and contemplate things.
Apathy
is a deadly disease
of the soul and mind.
Over-simulation
And overstimulation
are the venom
of genius.
Sweat libidinous
Big Black bass,
pulverize me
recognize me
sacrifice me
lobotomize me
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 11:55 AM UTC
Little ant, so small and insignificant
Yet in numbers up an elephant’s snout
How easily you make him indisposed
Lesson to learn: strength in numbers
Maxim to remember: unity of purpose
Oh termite, thou destroyer of civilizations!
How mighty when surreptitiously you creep in
Such ingenious civil engineering feats everywhere
Orderly highways with neither jams nor congestion
And tall imposing castles kissing the air proudly
Result: new architectures plagiarizing your prototype!
And you wasp of constricted waist and mean toxin
You make no attempt to hide or disguise your dwelling
Yours is a house built upon a hill for all to see and tremble
They say when a man has no obvious protection keep away
Lest you trigger subtle forces that mesmerize and pulverize you
Lesson from this: commandos are modern day human wasps
Everybody owes the bee everything, from sweetness to health
The bees a-buzzing speak of persistence and how it breaks barriers
In the end you listen because the message is ceaseless and urgent
And oh sweet bee of the hot sting shot from your posterior
No cordon bleu chef anywhere can ever approximate your finesse
Your formula and patent are hedged with natural mystery
Lesson to learn: the bitter and the sweet in judicious mixture!
Now little man recently so puffed-up and conceited and ever so inadequate
Hear ye this and know it well lest you stumble and fall into dark precipices
You’re nothing and you’ve created nothing; there’s a prototype of everything
In nature’s wonder store of huge surprises and unassuming wisdom
Lesson from all this: one day the other world will rise up and assert it itself
So steer your course differently and beware of those who bide their time
Grim in their purpose and determined in their unshakable resolve
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 4:00 AM UTC
If wishes where horses
I'd be glad to ride
I'd take a chance and sail to the sky
If wishes where horses it'd be nice
I'd grow feathers wings and fly
I'd harness the sun and keep the rain
I'd be sure there'd be much to gain
If wishes were horses let's be plain
We'd wish to pulverize all our pains
Yet these and more did keep us sane
If wishes were horses as we dream
It won't be enough to quench our greed
If wishes were horses
I'd wish mind be let free
Free from thoughts of adversary
I'd wish the waters flew through me
To cleanse my soul and gladden it
If wishes were horse as it should be
I'd live in abundance of treasure and pleasures
I'd cross the borders in seek of adventures
If only wishes were horses no it's not
Or horses could grant wishes yet they can't
Sep 29, 2020
Sep 29, 2020 at 7:28 PM UTC
Kick me
Eat me
Laugh me
Impale me
I am dust
And smoke
I am mere fragments of who
She used to be
I have assumed to be
This body which
I am using
And abusing
With my purges
And my urges
Because nothing is perfect
But regret, ah regret
Now that I can feast upon
And Lost faith?
Now that is just a buffet of emotion
That was once good but is now discarded
Thrown away like your empty stomach and your yellowing fingers
AH and the remembrance of HIS fingers.
The way no matter how hard you try,
His touch still lingers
All the way up your thighs.
You can’t escape it; for you didn’t escape it then now did you?
You didn’t even scream!
You LET him make a home in your mind
And pulverize your childhood
With one hand! You LET him give you years of disgrace
And an unrelenting NEED for cleanliness
For purity that can never be found!
So you scrub and you rub
Your hands till their red,
Why not give up and leave your mind
To me instead?
You are not strong
You are not bold
Always doing whatever you’re told!
You think I’m ruining you?
I’m helping you, helping you go exactly
Where you should’ve gone the minute you betrayed yourself
By not helping yourself.
So you see
I’m here because
You can’t face a mirror
You can’t face your own TOUCH
There’s just so much
I can watch without recoiling in disgust
You make me sick!
So ill make you sick.
And now you see,
I am everywhere inside you
Let me invade you
It shouldn’t be so hard
You’ve been stepped on before,
On that day,
And it seems only fair
You should leave this world
In the very same way.
Because your gravestone is marked all
That’s needed is your final date
Don’t try and deny it
You know it’s too late.
You can’t hide your despise
For all you see
Behind the redness of your eyes
IS ME!
Does that scare you?
It should
I’ve done everything
All that I could
To lead you here.
For you hold TOO MUCH fear.
And that’s not acceptable.
That’s what makes you so forgettable.
So you see,
Everyone knows
They know you’re a coward
And they see right through you.
So ill smoke this body
And pop it
And blister it
And cut it
And mutilate
And supply it
Yet never satisfy it
But I will always comply
To my will
And I will purge every ounce of you that is left
Until there’s nothing left.
Ill throw you into the gutter,
Where you will splatter
And eventually...
Yes eventually the whole of you will be reconciled
Flushed down the same way your life went,
Because this is where you belong
It shouldn’t be very long
Your time is up
All hail Mia!
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 4:16 AM UTC
Come on over,
and we'll craft a new key to the kingdom,
all I want is to cut the seams,
pulverize the patterns,
rewrite the Hamlets and all the works of Hemingway,
what are you doing now?
nothing?
great.
Come on over,
I have a handle of SoCo,
I know it's your favorite,
we'll shoot the **** and
chitty-chat about how
it's so easy to drink.
Come on over,
and brilliant minds
will strum guitars,
**** ivories,
croon with weary pipes,
all in plain sight.
Come on over,
this world wasn't made for us,
so let's force it into submission
with controversy and batshit revelry.
Let's lay on the carpet,
and swoon to the love that courses
in our veins,
let's help me to the tile
when the evening's endeavors come back up,
let's write a new Odyssey,
let's sing a new American anthem,
let's light the apartment on fire,
let's talk about how badass my girlfriend is,
what are you doing right now?
nothing?
great.
Come on over,
and I'll be your slave.
Whip me with criticism and fright,
I'll give comfort and brighten
the corners,
mix you a drink,
play you a Monk tune,
dance like I invented it,
and make you nostalgic for the 70s
like I lived each millisecond of the decade.
What are you right now?
Nothing?
Let's scare the ******
the politicians,
the folks keeping scores,
the drunkards down the road,
self immolation?
Great.
When you hit the bottom,
come to me,
your world-savvy
Midnight Man.
Jan 1, 2011
Jan 1, 2011 at 8:01 PM UTC
Dad hands me a hammer and sets me to work
and as my arm starts snapping
everything slips away
the relaxation of destruction
and the creation of muscle
the strengthening of bones
nothing better to do
but pulverize those little things
and spread them on the compost pile.
Arms flail like vines
but snap taught,
fast,
perfect cycles
to make and destroy
like time itself.
Gives me power in days of fear
to just swing a hammer.
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 3:27 PM UTC
Trance me up, push me 'round and bring it down
Beat me a new song, pound it out, my soul to be bound
I am so wicked, so lost in your rhythms I can hardly breath
Chain me, cultivate me, give me your **** release
I am so hot for you, for your song of thumping sound
I can hardly contain my ears, my body is on fire
Push it, pound it, of your hotness I won’t tire
Your muse, your hotness I cannot pass
I wanna spank your sound
Push me to my new limits, pleasure me with your ingenuity.
Intellect my brain, pulverize my pain as I watch the world rot away
You ooze mastery, the rot of your rapaciousness, so succulent, so free.
Consume my head, feed my ears, ****** into my chest
Feed me your lust, your craziness, I am such a freakin' mess
Dance it off, sing it away, swing it 'round, I float on the ground
Your magic fingers, the smoothness of your beat, masters me
I need you, your fantasy is mine, I am yours
For now you control me
You course through my being, my chest thumps to your flashing sound.
Command me, consume me, do not let me go. Spin it, make me found
Your ethereal edge smoothes me out, makes me right.
I bed your music, my feet clap your fame, this night
But tomorrow when I wake, I will forget who you are.
Jan 30, 2012
Jan 30, 2012 at 6:27 AM UTC
Rip me apart.
Rip me wide open.
Take these bones
And pulverize them.
Please.
I dare you to take me
For all that I am.
Change me into something
So I'll be damed.
Maybe you'll break me
With nothing left to see
Make it start so this could be over
Because just maybe I'll leave a warrior
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 11:14 AM UTC
Dark, so sweetly
spirals of black
slaking black
in layers
of rhythm
liquid night
brush-stroked
into oblivion
drink up, my love
let thirst
be satisfied
let the pulses
of rock and hard
places be
hotly gratified
dusty artifacts
in alternation
as we imbibe the potions
of manifestation
they twist and turn
bubble up through the muck
electrify the system
as we get ready to ****
up all those hollow,
vapid schemes
busting them apart
demolishing themes
of stereotyped hearts
smashing through convention
until the dry becomes wet
reaching ascension
in tears and sweat
the water gets flowing
down from mountain ice
as we pulverize limits
without thinking twice
and while obscurity
of twilight in the shadows
of dusk
blurs our vision
in harsh realities, brusque
we know that we must be who we are
live this life in full force
filter broken voices
that sabotage our course
and in a flick
of a whisper
an ancient eye blinks
and with one feral breeze
we are over
the brink
like a fall from a
cliff in a delicate arc
we open up
our buried layers
to the obsidian
spark
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 5:50 PM UTC
stumbling bowlegged through the last subway car,
loose-fit black rags bandaging frail limbs,
face twisted in a permanent scowl,
matted grey hair jutting from a flaky scalp,
she jangles her paper cup of coins
each flail of the arm a sharp crescendo;
I flinch.
She extends her hand with a gaze that says: pity me;
I cannot look. I don’t want anything to stir in me,
my own pain is already too heavy,
but --
here they are: spoiled thoughts wafting over me like the waves
of her robust stench: warmth
between my thighs,
tattoos
bounding up thick muscular arms that aim at me in such earnest that my disillusionment melts away, and I am paralyzed
by the lure of pheromones and the smell of skin
which doesn’t quite leave you after you leave him.
And then truth clangs hard in my chest:
but her bones are made of steel!
So who am I to look away?
Maybe if something were to crash into me,
I’d pulverize
into
dust.
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 3:08 PM UTC
I will crush the wall
once you've encounter it again.
that is never concrete
an old rusty built as you tell.
in case it humbly returns
back from the grave and oblivion,
release the bulldozer
get ready for the ultimate demolition.
I will crush the wall my friend
I don't care if it is historical.
I will destroy this wall
and get everyone hysterical
I will get this down
despite of its strong build.
baby if it's you we're talking.
I will plant my bombs and my own seeds
I will crush this wall
right in front of your eyes
I will bring this down
and break down your lies.
I will Pulverize you
until you break down.
you know I am the king now,
you can't get back this crown.
I will crush the wall.
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC
i wasn't tired until you
fell into my arms
and i wasn't tired until
i threw a thousand
weightless snowdrops
to the ground
and i didn't hurt until
the first word
and now
my home is a loud
roar of reverberations
that pass through me
(like a million spoken knives)
and i didn't understand
pain. Until your somebody
stumbled into me
and i couldn't let go
(because they were made of ash)
and i felt the weight
of so many somebodies
(suddenly)
and i began
to think
that - my existence
(the sea
the sky
and the nothing between)
manifested to
pulverize
the
planet
with
each
further
strained
breath
until
it
can
feel
each
pinprick
loss
of
life
it
enforces.
And maybe my rage
forged bellowing
stormclouds over deserts
or made rivers flow backwards
from storm surge (tear driven)
but the somebody i'm not
and the somebodies i carry
will never
be more threatening
than a fadeaway
wind that cries with the lone
wolf.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 1:00 AM UTC
chew me up,
spit me out,
this seems to be
all that you're about.
pulverize me in your jaw
a crunch, a snap,
expel me on the wall.
watch me drip,
watch me run,
put me on display,
critique me endlessly for fun.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC
In this dungeon of oblivion
I am screaming your name,
In this dungeon of oblivion
I know nothing but pain,
In this dungeon of oblivion,
I am searching for lights,
Hoping I might somehow survive this everlasting plight,
In this dungeon of oblivion,
Is where you can find me,
Revealing mystery sometimes hidden in a poetry,
Crush me, pulverize me
But in this dungeon of oblivion
I'll still wait and see,
How the void fill my soul and take me to eternity.
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC
explode the greenness within the container of life
mortar and pestle. occipital lobe. throbbing. crasha banga booma the scent of garlic
infusing the innocent air
basil, burning. keep going keep going keep going
wear goggles to avoid the pain of the onions
cut chop slice creal
mortar. pestle. mortal & pestle.
slice
pulverize smash
o the pain
take the basil and mix it
take the nuts
mash em all up
then, mix it all together
diversity
melting ***
jellybeans? no
genoa
pesto pesticide pesto
pesto.
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 9:03 PM UTC
All I wanted was
For you to do a task
To find my heart, uncover it
Find my heart then break it
Not to cut it in half, or in two
I wanted it shattered by you
Turn it to dust and to sand
I want it pulverized by your hand
Because I believed in the concept of
To be broken, one must first be loved
Not pretentious but to be loved truly
And so, I wanted you to break me
I want something worth experiencing
A painful love that's earth shattering
I wouldn't feel pain if it was untrue
So it would be an honor to be broken by you
I know that this would lead to scrutinizing eyes
But they don't understand so let them criticize
I would be willing to hurt and to agonize
For something not enveloped by lies
For the realness that everyone craves for
For the hypnotic truth I adore
I hereby permit you to demolish my walls
I ask you to destroy me with your all
To turn what's whole into smithereens
To turn into ashes what's pure and clean
To pulverize and disintegrate what I treasure
To break me, I grant you the right and power
But before all of that blood thirst
You need to locate my heart first
Find my heart in the deepest ravines
Find what has yet to be seen
Swim through the abyss of my lost thoughts
Gain what no one else was able to sought
Pass through the labyrinth of my soul
Tear down my defenses, penetrate my walls
Locate my heart and once you do
Feel free to break me because I've fallen for you
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 11:01 AM UTC
you break me
and crush me
between your fingers
squeezing the life out of me
until I falter and give in.
like a soft pill that was once hard
but diluted by water
i am molded by your fingertips
the ones that once held me lovingly,
but now pulverize me,
letting the crumbs of my past
filter through your grip
and onto the ground
where I continue to be tread upon
by you and everyone i've ever fallen for.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 11:04 PM UTC
i've been out digging
in the Davis Creek
for clay deposits
so thick and grey
it coats the hands
and fingernails
and soothes the mind
with its softness
with my feet
in the cool water
and my *****
i pull out handfuls
and place them
into a sack
that later
i'll empty
onto a board
in a few days
it will harden and
i'll pulverize the clods
with a mallet
screen out the
roots and pebbles
and mix the powder
with water
into a slurry
i don't know
but it seems as if
i've been playing
in the dirt since
i was a boy and
this process
still calms me
makes me feel
that maybe i have
more time left
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 10:18 AM UTC
It ended with stares like daggers
Those which pierced his heart.
He bled red like the satin petals of his roses that struck me long before.
Our relationship was based off the prior melancholy states we were once in
at one point we fixed each other, until our jigsaw puzzle no longer fit
It was time to let go of what I thought was forever
I couldn't tell you what good I was doing in the moment
but I knew every ounce of my being begged for me to cut ties
from everything I'd ever known
I needed to pulverize my life straight to dust
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC