"purifier" poems
Soundless awakening walk ghost like blend disappear wooden poles that reach for the clouds
They display a crown of glory on the forest floor it is told in muffled shade and shadow you
Follow those that make their pilgrimage to temples of sacred stone here in these wooded
Wonders enter as a blunder but quickly you are arrested by silence and you are now dutifully
Reverent you who was formed by divine majesty melt under the power and sway humbly and
Quietly you bow to that which is amassed thick and denseness flairs in its midst is the nobility
Of timelessness you are nothing more than smoke that rises and is coaxed by a mysteries inaudible
Voice it shares the birth of years and the ageless past you feel the great quiet soul that exist here
Like no other place on earth this is not only the great purifier of air by photosynthesis but
Here the otherwise vast spirit is condensed cradled after its new birth Washington, Jefferson and
Lincoln spent solitary hours and days being transformed the scent of these trees were
Concentrated with the base element of colossal power it formed over eons of time to walk
These forest paths is to release ability first firing the great void of the mind then the heart is
Indwelled then the soul ignites into a blaze that rivals a forest fire you came as mere shadow
Stooped in ignorance you leave as an essential light for your time doubts and questions abound
Throughout the land fear not he who has lived among giants comes and all will be made clear
You will turn from the waste and superficial his light will touch you and you will be the army
Of truth and justice that is at the heart of this great land
Mar 13, 2012
Mar 13, 2012 at 1:23 PM UTC
You leave the apostrophes to someone else, I can't even make it in to 'im', instead I'm writing papers about the Oneida and Jonestown murders.
The television is on, the air purifier
is dying. I can hear the ***** fan belt of my laptop on the fritz or the fizzy bubbles of
The Cranberry Redbull that I'm trying.
I could be a great sport. Ya know, anything you want.
Jump to.
Make the Miso soup, clear off the kitchen table, buy brand new markers with no recent pictures drawn into their nibs.
Throw in comfy pants. I don't know what else I have to offer, a clean bath? Some books? A magazine?
The weather is exciting, we could call get Pneumonia or at least share a drink and catch Hep-C,
Put our children together to catch the gift of Shingles. A motorcycle toy for my Uritis it is better. The roses from the sweater paired with leather, leggings, and a kick *** song. Inside we can talk about his hair cut and going to California. I'm intimidated by you moreover when you tell me you can eat airplanes with only your bare hands. And even if I'm a bore, I still have Streptococcus. So seal and deliver. My cerulean goddess, with the best, thank thank you for the nightmare fever you stole from the words I wrote. And at the end of your book you don't have to cop out and fall along a crippled sky. With crippled words, verbs, and losers. Score cards of different colors. Tunics proud as the walk to the river we voted from Baptism to demon-voter. Stand and deliver, flora and fauna that threatens to eat our home.
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 3:11 AM UTC
you were my home then,
the warmth in my fireplace, my
chest purifier, key finder;
whenever i leave you clung to me like dirt on the dishes
i carry with me your sickness for
love, for good.
somewhere between morning calls and warm bedsheets, i took
your hospitality for kindness for authenticity for love for truth
i was still drying my hair on your bathroom mat when you rang
the bell, and reminded me it’s time for
my checkout.
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 1:26 PM UTC
~
*I'm an exit wound
I'm a numinous obstacle
I'm about to make landfall
I'm about to break free
I'm a nerve ender
A fascinator
A purifier
A world populator
And I'm about to break through
I'm the push and pull
I'm a counter argument
I'm dissonance resistance
I'm viral replication
I'm about to break out
I'm a singularity
I'm a spark
I'm the perfect detonator
To mind and heart
And I'm about to break up
I'm a simulacra
I'm an oscillation
Made of breath only
I'm a living, moving imprint
Of what no longer is
Yet somehow seems to be*
~
Mar 15, 2025
Mar 15, 2025 at 2:02 PM UTC
by love you were made, and by hate you are destroyed
mystery and misery in lies, trivialities of realities demise.
The purifier of your dreams is soon to be deployed
a child of serpent and men, I will rise in due time
Know your light will go as dim as the rest in due time
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 12:04 AM UTC
Soundless awakening walk ghost like blend disappear wooden poles that reach for the clouds
They display a crown of glory on the forest floor it is told in muffled shade and shadow you
Follow those that make their pilgrimage to temples of sacred stone here in these wooded
Wonders enter as a blunder but quickly you are arrested by silence and you are now dutifully
Reverent you who was formed by divine majesty melt under the power and sway humbly and
Quietly you bow to that which is amassed thick and denseness flairs in its midst is the nobility
Of timelessness you are nothing more than smoke that rises and is coaxed by a mysteries inaudible
Voice it shares the birth of years and the ageless past you feel the great quiet soul that exist here
Like no other place on earth this is not only the great purifier of air by photosynthesis but
Here the otherwise vast spirit is condensed cradled after its new birth Washington, Jefferson and
Lincoln spent solitary hours and days being transformed the scent of these trees were
Concentrated with the base element of colossal power it formed over eons of time to walk
These forest paths is to release ability first firing the great void of the mind then the heart is
Indwelled then the soul ignites into a blaze that rivals a forest fire you came as mere shadow
Stooped in ignorance you leave as an essential light for your time doubts and questions abound
Throughout the land fear not he who has lived among giants comes and all will be made clear
You will turn from the waste and superficial his light will touch you and you will be the army
Of truth and justice that is at the heart of this great land
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 4:17 PM UTC
there's not a place like this around
where i don't want myself around
dirt, hair, and soot inside the air purifier
so many orange and white bottles on the ground
dollars, masking tape, and cologne
Dior, Hermes, and Altoids upon Altoids tins
cigarettes and hand-rolled goods,
Vice magazines and fashion too
The things I keep in my bed are worse off
Than halves of horses heads that
Even Hollywood couldn't direct.
Until I set fire to the oil paintings and the books
At morning I'll count my rock collection of ****** conquests
And bury them like dead birds in shallow graves in the neighbor's yard
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 3:51 AM UTC
Crystal, like my soul.
Crystal, like my flesh.
Hard edged, jagged, quick to draw blood,
That is my fetish.
I harbor the wounds of antiquity,
View Achilles with scorn.
Weak demi-god, foolish god-son.
Don’t play the game by the rules,
Challenge them.
Why allow such blood-travesty?
Take the arrow in your heel.
Take it and tell the gods,
“I deny your divinity!”
**** you!”
“I defy your divinity AND my future!”
Use the pain,
Make it crystal,
Hard edged, quick to cut.
Blood is a purifier—a pacifier,
Let it run and set your mind free.
Let it flow till you fall dead,
Now dry of blood, a husk,
In crystal.
Oct 2, 2010
Oct 2, 2010 at 5:39 PM UTC
I am running... into a tunnel that seems to be nothing but a galaxy of voices
Echo the stars into its shooting state, for I chose to ignore their choices
Comets have left their trace, But like an icy breath, their existence goes extinct
Cover my ears! For their twinkling whispers of constellations will never predict
The future laid aside for this black hole Dreamer. For I have disposed the old axis
The dwarfs of my outter life I have chosen to betray, I need a morphallaxis
Soften my core with an after glow ripple of silence, and open up wisdom through the coronal holes
Cover My Ears! I only listen to the language of the Solar winds. It understands my soul
My planet has enough craters... No more damage shall be done. I am the mistress of dark matter
My past and memories have been dipped in the light of a lunar eclipse, it's blood scatters
Only within a Large field of view can I recognize it's purpose. Not through men's atmosphere
Cover My Ears! I must deal with these super clusters of instincts alone. Now and Here
The Super Novas have no sensitivity to the relationship of Outer Space and Precious moments
Gravity is quick to make me stumble...So now I beg the Novas to no longer see me as an opponent
My life has been spilt into two hemispheres. Meteors shower down, destroying every Neutron Star
Cover My Ears! For only my eyes will notice the Satellite from afar
Where is my home? The milky way? The singularity of my black hole had ****** me in
Please someone! Anyone! Flare me away at the speed of light! No longer do I wish to be a captive of sin
Once blinded by the Oort cloud, But praise the Nebula's, I am now a T-Tauri of a young force and desire
Cover My Ears! Oh Zeinth! So I may focus on your celestial point of view. Your rays are my purifier.
Cover My Ears...
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 8:15 AM UTC
There were
those thickets
of flat
graying trees
and a frozen
skin of lake
out by the
hunched rink
behind Georgian Woods
the terrace apartments
where Dad lived
after he left
the family.
Left to my
own devices
while Dad
delved in books
I slipped out
the sliding door
through
the frost-grass
and the
snow branch gap
into the
unfolding stillness
of the drowsing park.
Sometimes
my sister
was there
with me
in the woods,
our play
always some form
of running away.
In the early
years Dad
smoked a pipe
his thick
blue rug scented
with Captain Black
**** tobacco,
the white tin
with the rigged
ship logo.
The humming silo
of the air purifier
Dad's concession
to my convulsing
asthmatic chest,
close-gathered lung
like the branch bark
that scraped
my lip
as I ran in
the park wood,
blood slipping
across my face
and down
into the ache.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 2:00 PM UTC
cage me in your chest;
i'm an anxious pet, a hungry dog.
let me chew on your bones,
**** on your carpet,
or air purifier.
trade me like a baseball card.
maybe i will be worth more to
someone else. i never wanted
it both ways, you wanted it every-
which-ways. every witch has her
way.
mess with the bull and you'll get
the horns,
look through my dresser, you'll
probably find ****
i'm not proud of much, and i'm
certain of even less.
no beliefs to die for, no one
to live for, just suburban
survival, shelter from vultures.
Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 10:58 AM UTC
Hazardous fire, purifier of all that is unclean.
Clean me. Purge my soul in a fire so hot there is no pain.
Blaze in me, like he once blazed in me.
Fire symbolic of Hell, yet contradictory, the symbol
of purification.
I want a bonfire, a conflagration of flames, so large it
obliterates me, my name, my deeds.
Paper, sticks, books, wood, lighter fuel, all in readiness.
I need, NO, desire, the soothing, licking, crackling heat.
I felt heat once before, a desirous heat that bore into my core.
He's gone, I'm cold.
Time now to fan these flames that lustfully lick at my bedroom door.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 10:17 AM UTC
The water drips,
The air purifier withers,
The dryer combusts and the airplanes slither,
Breaking sound barriers I cannot fathom,
I sit here in my bed.
To fall asleep,
To all the sounds that I use to count sheep.
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
You're hiding all your sins in me. All your urges and twisted thoughts and deviance. You're trying to unleash it all on me, stain me with the filthiest parts of your mind, and blow off the steam and anger you try to keep so far inside yourself. You're taking all the scary, ***** unnatural parts of yourself and forcing them all on me, so you can keep yourself clean for her. So you can be her guardian angel, her knight in shining armor. Without blackened wings, or being covered in blood and oil. Stay the **** away from me. I don't need this. I don't, I really don't. You're trying to push all your darkness off on me, all the taints of lust and violence and anger and sadism that you don't want her to see. You can't do this forever. So keep adding to your own suffering. Have your shining little princess and your throne of **** It'll all come down someday.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 8:46 AM UTC
promised you the world and i failed
bless the fact you still here, together , still saying you love me forever, makes this world better
gave me the strength to fight, pulled me from the ashes phoenix I'm your fighter
scaled, the weight I carry lighter
touched by the dark, still carry a torch
felt your fire, sizzling cinders fired awaking my slumber, wanting forever to defend your honor
untainted my eyes, a purifier, gave my confidence wings, we will soar higher
this our love this our fire this our love triggered by desire
liar, never you will call me, I mean it
my meaning not faulty by us meeting
the feeling pouring out deeply that's guilt free
I foresee forever us be together until our souls get reaped
with faith i leap promise i keep
calm I sleep, feel the same
feelings equally deep
not leave a promise we keep, , visit each others dreams
dying promise
world bleeds, light you shine
Devine leads, my guideline forever entwined
beauty defined, angels shrine forever mine
nectared wine, feeling sublime love defined
faith leaped devils weep our hearts need
all I see, all I feel, oxygen needed to breathe
Nov 2, 2021
Nov 2, 2021 at 2:29 PM UTC
Justin just told me about his weekend.
He went waterboarding with his family,
the waves hitting against the sides and the water splashing on his face.
Water.
The first time Kelly went swimming she was 7 years old.
She was in a little pink bathing suit that had flowers on it.
Her father pushed her in the water and taught her how to swim.
Water.
I feel like I'm drowning in water everyday.
Water.
Is the one true purifier of this world,
It helps wash away dirt and sin.
Water.
The reason my little brother died,
Drowned in the swimming pool because the grownups weren't watching and I couldn't yet swim to save him.
I watched him try to keep up and i screamed for help but.. My voice was gone.
I was frozen.
Water freezes.
Water is the reason my brother died.
Water is the reason i cry at night,
The water slipping from my eyes while i lay in my bed.
Water.
How can it be so clean and purifying when it ripped my world apart!?
How can water be holy but yet so sinful?
I have imaginary friends that i talk to because I'm afraid to make real ones.
Afraid the water can't wash away the sins of yesterday, feeling like I don't deserve to have my sins removed.
I watched my brother die when i was 9,
His breath taken away by water.
Water,
Is just an excuse for my sins.
Because nothing can wash them away, except bourbon whiskey and a bottle of pills
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 1:09 AM UTC
Moi qui ne suis qu'un brin d'hysope dans la main
Du Seigneur tout-puissant qui m'octroya la grâce,
Je puis, si mon dessein est pur devant Sa face,
Purifier autrui passant sur mon chemin.
Je puis, si ma prière est de celles qu'allège
L'Humilité du poids d'un désir languissant,
Comme un païen peut baptiser en cas pressant,
Laver mon prochain, le blanchir plus que la neige.
Prenez pitié de moi, Seigneur, suivant l'effet
Miséricordieux de Vos mansuétudes,
Veuillez bander mon coeur, coeur aux épreuves rudes,
Que le zèle pour Votre maison soulevait.
Faites-moi prospérer dans mes voeux charitables
Et pour cela, suivant le rite respecté,
Gloire à la Trinité durant l'éternité,
Gloire à Dieu dans les cieux les plus inabordables,
Gloire au Père, fauteur et gouverneur de tout,
Au Fils, créateur et sauveur, juge et partie,
Au Saint-Esprit, de Qui la lumière est sortie,
Par Quel ainsi qu'une eau lustrale mon sang bout,
Moi qui ne suis qu'un brin d'hysope dans la main.
490
For ever I desire fire hire
Though this conspire requires providers to meat a fate most dire
I would be a liar to say I tire of their screams like a choir
Though inspired after what transpired
I'd still admire a survivor as a conscience purifier
For I wish for a pyre that doesn't acquire souls to sire
But I am not a crier, nor its designer and will comtinue to be the supplier of flesh until I retire and pay for all my sins with all my being and every fiber
For my sin to be burned entire for eternity by the fire I will always love and desire
And when a pay my price I will demand the flames higher
Mar 14, 2020
Mar 14, 2020 at 4:59 AM UTC
The flies have finally flown away
from the desiccated pieces of s***
lying around the courthouse
If I were in Saudi Arabia
I would be beheaded
****** the butterfly started
Dropping off on the lavender
puppies need to work on their camouflage
getting off
tomato plants,
monstrous in their own dwarfish way
march toward me at the bedroom window
Now I enter the guest room
the scene has changed dramatically
it's dark
there's a moaning almost
but actually a droning
the air purifier in the corner
great sleeping
White Noise
Jesus I could sleep for Generations
Now I'm pacing
I'm pacing up and down the hallway
back and forth
between the bedroom and the living room
and now here I am
finally in the solitary of my office
I look at my Wi-Fi printer
working great by the way
I admire its beauty
hardly any dust on it or static
I wipe the dust off
very beautiful
I look at the flickering lights
cable modem coming into the house
that is not the only religion
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 3:10 PM UTC
The first daughters of cosmos
queens and princesses of the world
and worlds to come.
Theia the wide shinning creator of light.
Rhea mother of the gods the eternal flow
mother of us all.
Themis the just one keeper of wisdom
counsellor of Cosmos.
Mnemosyne keeper of memory mother of
the nine Muses.
Phoebe the cold crowned, the prophet. All bright
she was as hope in mortals hearts.
Tethys the purifier the blessed water that nourishes
the earth from man's distortion.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 6:34 AM UTC
I.
It looks like
fog
from my window
II.
The hum of my
air purifier
blots everything out
sound wise
III.
And outside
everything is covered in
the gray
haze.
IV.
When I leave my room
my lungs -
already weak and
malfunctioning, on the best of days -
choke,
cough,
and reject what I put in them.
V.
I hope
the fires
clear up.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC
Au-dessus des étangs, au-dessus des vallées,
Des montagnes, des bois, des nuages, des mers,
Par delà le soleil, par delà les éthers,
Par delà les confins des sphères étoilées,
Mon esprit, tu te meus avec agilité,
Et, comme un bon nageur qui se pâme dans l'onde,
Tu sillonnes gaiement l'immensité profonde
Avec une indicible et mâle volupté.
Envole-toi bien **** de ces miasmes morbides ;
Va te purifier dans l'air supérieur,
Et bois, comme une pure et divine liqueur,
Le feu clair qui remplit les espaces limpides.
Derrière les ennuis et les vastes chagrins
Qui chargent de leur poids l'existence brumeuse,
Heureux celui qui peut d'une aile vigoureuse
S'élancer vers les champs lumineux et sereins ;
Celui dont les pensers, comme des alouettes,
Vers les cieux le matin prennent un libre essor,
- Qui plane sur la vie, et comprend sans effort
Le langage des fleurs et des choses muettes !
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Where my heart sleep is home
Though the miles and miles of journeying
Home is where my heart keep.
When in restless hours I'll roam,
When world was new aimlessly revolving,
Windows of old memories peep.
Waves on waves white as foam;
Believers plenty yet you're I'm so longing.
Where fluid time hardly do seep
Awaits reborn in purifier womb.
My hajj pilgrimage by the One beckoning
My venture of truth devotion deep.
Under a holy sojourn ancient dome;
To repent wild nights sinful tears shedding
Like crystal droplets whilst I sleep.
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 9:14 PM UTC