"realigning" poems
A moment’s inspiration to grasp a building thought,
A panicked, surged excitement, now achieved, where once was naught.
In plucking crystal thought from the yonder crisp, blue air,
And coalescing mishmash into meaningful repair.
To seek a path of verbage realigning phrases bright
And feel the resurrection of creative works this night.
In pulling rich vocabulary from within the concrete hash
Concocting circumspection in this brilliant verse from trash.
Annunciating clarity and a purity of class
To haul yourself, abruptly, to get off your lazy ****
To burst forth in immaculate and spontaneous wordage clear
And blithely blow away your critics on their loathsome, leering ear.
Marshalg
11 September 2013
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 12:10 AM UTC
The snail strolls gently
Realigning hoped moments
A slow pace of consequences
****** and placed on tables
Harped to melodic tunes
Summed in upbeat sequences
The crescendo boils to ******
The climb of beats and undertones
All exposed and overlooked
The onlookers astonished
My ribs pinned out in pain
I squeeze to the cracks of normality
Attempting to slowly leap
To see the darkness of winter
To breath the stilled air
Yet, a hope lived, a life seen
We all shall make it to the end
Crawling to cut the finish line
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 12:29 PM UTC
Mahatma gnaws at World War hungers
Reincarnated forms of Wild West lungers
Spatially realigning to a kosher and beloved state
Krishna stands ignored, can’t help feeling irate
Walrus tusks dig into the carpenter’s brow
As an eight armed saint is revealed as a cow
Scriptures packed and rolled, exhaled in suspicion
Prophets praised for violence incurred, act of sedition
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
We sit in silence,
backs crooked,
the couches' cushions caving in.
The weight of passing hours
and minuettes alleviating thinking
in a miscellaneous metronome
ticking to bring time to a heaving chest.
Stay calm,
the pain of realignment will pass.
Burdensome they may be,
burgeoning wings will free you of...
Pressure collapsing this cage,
walls torn from studs,
leaving only this skeleton
surrounding us as we find delirium
the backbone of convulsing lungs watched,
earthquake mute laughter marring the faces
with jagged faults.
The cost of cracking,
we must accept the scarring permanent.
Breaks unplanned infirmities,
alone, our time line disrupted itself
and the heavens came,
tumbling down.
In silence,
we lay, arms barring
our escaping words.
Eyes overstep boundaries,
slipping through the gaps,
a second moment of
clarification fractures restraints
whilst beguiling brainstorms
sparked our interest.
Our tongues meet,
shyly.
rubies placed upon your breath
slipping against molded clay.
In sapphires
you and I hold nighttime
reflections of passion
contained in coal, waiting.
Ivory runs my length,
bending to ecstasy, breathing
shallow, asynchronous, failing
to find it's end in persistence.
In night
the danger dropped us, longing
that dusty light beaming down on
the show, Act 2 is
the comedy. Off.
Parallel parabola line diamond reflections,
allow for recall with brushed fingertips,
horse hair undertones realigning smiles,
abstract the paintings of today,
of yesterday, stealing away tomorrow
in a previous reiteration of our variant
indifference.
The wings of the demon opened
in symbolic solace, fell far
across this burning emotional
harbor, aflame
in angels' suicides.
We've fallen, taken knees to grace,
whispering eulogies the waves applaud.
Sands wash away to cupped stone
palms, caressing the troubled banks lost
in time. The blood washes away,
momentary marks, brown,
stained, it passes.
Demons foreshadow.
In their shade we are seen
falling into broken arms, sinew
stitched through hearts, still healing
strength gives way.
Our tongues meet
shyly,
this reunion a mistake,
now locked, staying stilled while
attempting apologetic phrasing.
We sit in silence,
backs crooked,
blank walls and barren recounts
crashing in.
Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 2:32 AM UTC
So what is recovery?
Is it that tingle in your cheeks
When the corners of your mouth meet
Upwards.
Is it that sparkle in your eyes
Because they're no longer suffocated by your cries and you now have the potential to realise
You are strong.
Is it that glimpse of light, that for so long had been out of sight, that you cling onto tight, through fear
It's only temporary.
Is it rediscovering yourself, rebuilding your health and developing a new wealth
Of coping mechanisms.
Is it realigning the chemical imbalances in your brain, so you no longer feel insane, so there's not less pain
But a mind that can handle it.
Is it the glimpse in the mirror where you don't turn in horror but you greet and honour the person that you are.
Is it the fear, that's consumed you year by year, that's brought the end so near,
That starts to evaporate.
Is it eating a meal, and not having to feel like
You need to punish yourself.
Is it hearing voices, but no longer allowing them to dictate your choices,
Because they don't own you anymore.
Is it putting down the bottle, because you're fed up of the throttle
It had you in.
Is it the feeling when you finally win
Back your own heart and mind
When finally you look inside
And don't find
Darkness but light,
When the night no longer scares you
And the days you can finally pull through
Or is it simply a phase
A gaze at what could never be
For there is no clarity,
No prospect to be free
In chains and nooses
And scars and bars.
In bodies that fight to survive
Trapped inside a mind that fights to take our lives.
Some of us; shall never be undone
We fight a war;
That could Never be won.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 6:46 AM UTC
with each gust of gloom
transparent emotions flow
a whistling tender breeze
lingering a lonely rhythm
realigning clouds of smog
hovering tattering trees
leaving behind a silhouette
absorbing shadows of sorrow
all alone a locked heart
searching for unknown hope
humming the bitter dreams
of a darkened and lost soul
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC
heart to heart connections,
warm embraces in cold moments,
reconciling our perspectives
& realigning each other’s focus.
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tactful conversations,
with intentional devotion,
healing the deepest of wounds
& building bridges over oceans.
Mar 1, 2023
Mar 1, 2023 at 12:53 PM UTC
His body grounds me...
I was an alternating current
with a frayed wire
Sputtering... sparking...
Misfiring...
Alone and flickering in quiet desperation...
Then he drew me in with his hands
Held me tightly, pulling me close...
Inviting me into his Center
Insulating my circuits from the heat of their own charge,
Reigniting those cold, dead connections...
Redirecting, realigning
Aeons of my dissipated energies.
I become more, now, than some
Reckless, erratic sunburst...
Snapping and flaring on the mere surface of things...
A loving so strong it makes me re-enter the belly of the beast,
He and I, we become the pulse...
Folding ourselves into the warm, primitive heart of God...
Selflessness... Sacrifice...
Joy, Radiance... Gratitude...
I find all these things here.
And everything false just quietly disappears.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC
anxiety is wet sand seeping
through a growing hole
in a sieve of positivity,
lasting like migrating birds
arriving to find snowfall,
a **** victim of hands bound
by unmet expectations
and spines realigning
to throats and throats
plugged with damp cement
and every time I speak
it dries a little bit more,
the english language is
written by children
and broken branches
carving into the back
of my throat with
no way out,
I’ve never viewed my
ribcage as prison bars
until now,
I’ve never been
locked out by my own walls
until now
and this sickness is breeding
vines all over any guard
I try to knock down, it’s not
contagious but it will wrap around
your heart like a drunk tattoo.
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 9:03 PM UTC
my heart locked in a lonely rhythm
whistling through a thunder storm
realigning all the stars above
oh how I've felt so all alone
his gentle tender breeze now blown
for I humm bitter dreams no more
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 8:05 PM UTC
agreeing to this relationship
was like realigning the northern lights
so i could have my own personal
show for keepsake. but really,
i just want to keep you, with
your stargazes and lit-up fire thoughts
that could make or break my
sentences that let me follow my desire
to believe in love or lead me
to the realization that i have no idea
if i have the foundation to
let your feather body and soft angles
hold me up to the light.
Apr 26, 2011
Apr 26, 2011 at 6:23 PM UTC
Once he was mighty, once enlightened; he has now been left alone to cower beneath the weight
The Titanomachia of endurance, the man of all daring deeds, the astronomer of the Heaven's
Many names fill the world of which he could be called, but only one fulfills what he truly is
Said to have lead the mightiest of roles, into a raging battle upon the people within the stars
Or so the storyline is told; he was a stout hearted child, but would very soon be a broken man
His wandering gaze flickers upon the stars in the flooding of the black universe's night sky
The man's tears have been diluted with the caked dirt upon his strained and lined face
Punished for the crimes in which he believed was righteous, his duty to his brother's service
But he was wrong , and thoroughly punished for his heinous deeds against the Olympians
For eternity, bade to hold Uranus away from the seeking sights of the creatures called humans
Holding up, holding so tightly, and his fingers begun to slip out of their clenching grasp
Unfurling endured fingers, he wonders if the right thing would be to let it all fall down into Hell
To Hell with it all, to Hell with this world, To Hell with Humanity
Letting his fingers slip from their gnarled grip upon the edges of existence, an inch at a time
Minute by minute, he could feel the crumbling edges of both their worlds, realigning themselves
His muscles; thus were forever deemed to scream in agony, to hold the weight for eternity
And his punishment by Zeus severely claimed; never to let the bonds of either worlds break
Piecing themselves back together, in their rightful places, the weight began to lighten
But this man was a trickster at heart, his fingers slowly unhinged themselves from their steely grip
If the sky should slip any further, the worlds both below and above should perish,
The weight of existence grows heavily with each passing day, all was on his shoulders
And he knew it
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 4:25 PM UTC
The rosy-cheeked captured
between metal sculptures
that are positioned properly,
feng shui.
Mistaking the pseudo-corridor
as a route to the restroom,
embarrassing herself
in a new culture,
growing uneasy,
gathering steam on cheek.
Snickering from elders
loosen up her ****** lines,
realigning the room.
Guided back to her seating space,
ease comes more naturally.
Meals as important and the
affection she shares with him,
making her a cartographer,
mapping love and territory unknown,
especially this family space.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 11:23 AM UTC
Its the stitches you left the twining and realigning of thread.
A scissor sliced through, and now my heart is into two.
The days I wasted, being your puppet, and you being the ventriloquist.
I quit. Do not pull my strings, do not leave me be, unless you plan to re assemble me.
For I am the broken puppet.
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 7:08 PM UTC
We're like two Pendulums
Made from the same source
Once One
Split through creation
Drawn together
Recognizing
Reconnecting
Realigning
Each swing moving us closer
Writing our destiny in the sands
Magnetically pulling us back to Unison
Syncing
Becoming One Again
WHOLE
Harmonious with the Universe
And Purpose
©Tina Thompson 2017
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 2:45 PM UTC
Just like the way that parts of the 'Indian' Ocean
May once
Have fallen from 'my' umbrella spokes
So we are never landlords
For 'our' planet
Only rivers
Breaking and carving and realigning
The narrow seams
We touch
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
I've gotten lost on Lovers Lane
So many times I've played this game
With each encounter I've sought change
Realigning my last name
I've found beauty here
Even
In
Pain
Each end... none the same
I've realized it isn't the Him to blame
I could've long gone back the way I came
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 3:23 AM UTC
Rough weathers crossed our currents,
Ever so softly,
We drifted together
Harsh currents brought me under
Your wave’s soft lips helped me to surface
Curious waters dunked me below
Again
And Again
With each
Resurfacing became harder
Tides only dropping me
Deeper
And Deeper
Fluttering arms would rise
Reaching for you
But I loosen my grip
In hopes you could already sense my SOS
I learnt what I could not expect
With enough strength I learned to save myself
I still suffocate
As the water settles
It grows
Harder
And harder
To wait
Yet, I wait
And wait
For the final wave of
The final storm to pass
Realigning our streams
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 5:40 PM UTC
Locked out of my own mind: let me back in!
The keys crack
off, break and jangle,
flat palm against a door: let me back in.
Checking all the doors, solid.
And wait, is there noise coming from inside?
Glass shattering? Wood splintering?
Mystery cracks and creaks, not giving a hint:
what is wrong!? Is everything okay?
Let me back in!
Checking the windows, do they slide? Are they unlatched?
No. Something is not right ...but what could it be?
Both palms on the glass,
eyelashes against the glass: curtains
made of smoke. Heat. Smack with both hands,
punch. Pick up a rock and throw it:
it’s only glass. It will break
and I will get back in,
will see what is wrong and how to make it better.
Beat out the flames and put everything back in order,
back in place. Then all will be peaceful
and I will relax with relief back into myself, all back to normal
except for one shattered window.
Hesitate, rock in hand to wonder:
is it worth it?
All the sounds have gone quiet:
maybe it is over, maybe
nothing is wrong. Maybe
I’m about to break a window for no reason,
cause a ruckus for no reason,
throw a fit, make a scene, get up in arms,
for no reason.
And maybe it’s better not to know,
to wait outside until it passes,
whatever “it” is.
Just hold still and wait, like an animal caught out in the open,
bracing against foul weather. Commit to it:
living separately for a little while.
Think only of the next second
and how to get there.
Grow a second skin, maybe.
Watch the plants, watch
as the moss unfurls
like someone shaking out a blanket,
the trees thicken.
Again, the sounds,
the signs that all is not well.
Someone is locked in there,
someone unable or unwilling to communicate with the outside.
A crack, something shifting.
Thoughts and memories realigning,
resorting to sorting through disorganized databases,
disbanding old patterns and expectations.
Inscrutable.
My mind still locked,
I have to guess what I am thinking.
what I am feeling.
what I am missing.
Peer through the windows for a glimpse.
Ask again, what is wrong?
without receiving an answer.
Just smoke leaking through the keyhole.
Falling asleep on the doorstep in spite of the wind and noise.
And when finally the storm is over.
A creak.
A door, open.
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 8:18 AM UTC
Through the tunnel
where safety lights diffract
and our cigarettes filter the exhaust fumes
where oil forms rainbows on concrete
and lilacs grow through the cracks
these incandescent heartbeats
in passing cars, passing by
and you lightly, like
a dragonfly,
realigning
to catch the light
in your half opened eye.
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 5:39 AM UTC
The stars are realigning,
to show the outline of you're face,
looking up I wonder,
if we can still somehow relate...
And all the lonely pieces,
go try to find their parts,
as I sit in darkness, pondering,
"Oh if I only had a heart."
Darling have you wondered,
what its like to fall in love?
I can only think of you,
as I shift my gaze above.
I ask the stars to shift again,
"Please forgive me for this plea."
As I set another dream to drift,
so far away from reach.
May 28, 2011
May 28, 2011 at 11:23 PM UTC
I love you
to the Moon
and back,
and all my stars
are realigning.
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 9:23 AM UTC
*My heart is cold and empty,
Love has sapped me of love
In all the right places, rooted in me.
Time nourished me.
And it would be lonely for you there.
Scars bridged all fate I have,
Altogether. My poems--
Buoying me to the river
Of my mind, and out to finding you.
My heart is cold and empty.
So bring the world with you.
Your dream, your soul, your pride.
Bring the photo of your dearest smile,
The pallette of your eyes, that is
Also water, and sun, and sky.
Your discoveries and doubts--
Dear, take them with you,
For there would be many, there,
That are not. All is shadow within,
And burden, and gravity.
You would know what its like
To be the light or the feather,
A star, or hope
To one that is hopeful.
You would feel what it is
To be one, and being one,
And being all
With me.
You would kiss, as though
To love yourself. Embrace, as though
To set one free. And journey,
As though to settle on my heart,
Realigning all that is whole
With all imperfect pieces.
Now, live,
Love in faith.
Go after dreams,
And silly things,
Fail. Learn. Act.
Feel.
Drink coffee.
Sing Karaoke.
Be crazy.
Ignore poetry.
Believing,
That way,
Somehow,
You are loving me.*
© 2014 J.S.P.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 6:08 AM UTC
What is frown but an upside down smile
realigning to balance and re-emerge.
What are tears but the cleansing before raibows can be seen.
What is pain in heart but the doorway to feel music of heartbeats.
What are dreams but the fuel for a wandering soul.
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 10:56 AM UTC