"reanimates" poems
Sometimes beneath close eyelids
I quest to bring you back
As if you were driftwood floating
Downstream on your back.
I dip my hands beneath the veil
And dry away the death
And from my parting, weeping lips
I give you back your breath-
Just like the rising sunset burning
In the summer sky
Paints and saints the mountaintops
And casts their colors bright.
*Unrhymed Notes:
Sometimes I dream I can bring you back
Just as simply as dipping my hands into the water
To retrieve a floating piece of driftwood;
Dry the death from your skin
And breath life back into you
The way the sunrise reanimates
The Dark Mountains
Each and every day.
I see your Ocean eyes open
Embrace you like I'm trying to
Fold you into my skin
Where I can keep you always
And feel your summer peach warm flesh
Tangible against my permafrost fingers.
If the dead could talk
Nothing profound would leave your lips
They'd only quirk into a Cheshire smile
And you'd tell me to let go
Relinquish
Move along and stop standing still
Life is for the Living
Death is for the dead
And dreams are for the foolish.*
"You *******
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 3:08 PM UTC
Be afraid.
The breakdown of civilization
is at the hands of our well-meaning,
overly thrifty,
spoon-wielding mothers.
Be very afraid.
They are entranced by spices
and covering condiments,
pepper and powder,
onion and garlic galore.
Gingerly they add cumin and dill,
cinnamon, nutmeg or cloves
with thyme to add sage and curry,
parsley, paprika and allspice.
Their casseroles become
zombie food
as the dead
reanimates.
These cheese-added monsters,
hungry for mystery-meat,
render brains to mush
and bind our bowels.
They stiffen our gait
with numbness and nausea
until we are rendered victims
of another pepto-pandemic.
And in the night
of the living dead,
feeding us salt
in a casserole apocalypse,
we panicked victims become
the casseroles we consume.
Now paralyzed
in fear
by the light
of the open refrigerator.
Dec 15, 2011
Dec 15, 2011 at 1:00 PM UTC
(Summer 2014)
In the room where a fan waves at me
Screaming!
The night comes in tired and sweaty
Nothing but a dull moment
Dressed naked and inconsolable
And walking all over me
Grinning
If I could only measure
The thickness of time
Like dust rising every minute
From one's own flesh
Waiting to be lifted
Dead of the night
Ruled by zombies
Reanimates
Night after night
Here I am
Time has caught up
Departing dreams
Was once dense
Bounded chances letting go
Waiting for next return
Streams of hope
Lightly drifting apart
Or hollow dreams
Staring at me with an evil eye
Looking back through you
As you slowly thin out
Until something comes along....
Tonight
I tried holding you around my arms
But you have turned against me
As I leave the room
Reality comes back
There!
Click clack click clack tipity tap....
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
Enjoy little things in life
While you can
Before ended by Death's knife
Interrupting plan
I used to hide all day
Escaping problems that pursued
Leaving behind obstacles in my way
I am the one surroundings exclude
There is no shortcut to happiness
On this earth tread upon
We pass on a great big mess
To bury after you're gone
I will claw through tunnels
Until I find rightful place
Help you with your struggles
Cradled in my embrace
Until my wick rekindles yours
Reanimates you
Makes heart pound
Will crawl through soil and explore
Dig you out from the ground
The tomb intended for me instead
Buried you to save my soul
To end madness in my head
Dying
Thoughts swallowing whole
I walk this road of ruptured dreams
Softness fading from fingertips
Savoring warm remnants of bright sunbeams
Light out of my grasp slowly slips
May 17, 2024
May 17, 2024 at 12:06 PM UTC
I've been living in a constant
and catastrophic mental state.
I'm trying to silence my memories.
I need to forget the emotions
That I'm forced to relive.
I've yet to eliminate
Their presence in all I do.
There isn't a single moment
That isn't embraced in nostalgia.
The lyrics in songs I'm unable to delete,
Reanimates it all.
I've used a million different words
To explain what I couldn't.
In the end, I am faced with the reality
That I can't just run.
I can't escape through objectivity and pencil lead,
This time.
All of my unspoken secrets remain,
Slowly clawing away at my sanity.
In remembering where I've been,
I'm killing myself from the inside, out.
I know,
You can't empathize or understand.
And…
I've always known this,
So, it's okay.
Nobody ever really wanted to.
Nobody ever really could.
However...
There exists a deep loneliness
that's rooted in my own deception.
I'm always fighting to be listened to.
Spent weeks painting pictures nobody saw.
I wish someone had just proved me wrong.
Which sounds odd, to anyone else.
I don't want to write
what's never gonna be read.
Why write out the details
of a story nobody wants?
I often wonder -
Even if I am finally opened and read -
Would their understanding
change my story's end?
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 9:57 PM UTC
Dear Lord,
If you are here to pull my strings and topple me down,
And I truly have no hope against the immensity of your meddling hands,
You can just bet
That I will give you one fantastic fight.
Show me enough times that this life is for me to crumble
And I will make it my constant mission
To be nothing but a pain in your ***
I will struggle, I will protest, I will rise again every ******* time
Until you cut me off at the knees
And then I'll crawl.
I've got nerve in spades
And don't you doubt it.
Apparently, after all, you put it there.
You yanked out my batteries and thought I'd drone down to a drained-out death
But you forgot to take my nerve back,
The little gritty sharp current that reanimates me,
That spark that means
I would use my last breath to rebel, defiant, against my demise.
You might be the Divine Winner
But I aim to misbehave.
I aim to be the hardest conquest you ever attempt.
Drag me to hell kicking and screaming,
Or heaven, if you prefer-
I'll fight you just the same,
To stay
Right
Here.
...Amen.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 3:09 PM UTC
The room sleeps
As I lay awake
And as the sun rises
I want to reach out the window,
shove it back down and
Give myself a few more hours
With the calm rise and fall of your chest.
I don’t exist outside of here,
Only between the posts of your bed.
Fabrication
Needing constant validation
From your touch.
And if the morning never comes,
You’ll stay here
And I can pretend to be
What you need.
If time runs
Then I should be able to dam it up
Like a river
Stop it from flowing
Freeze it in place.
But time is greedy.
The moon is too weak
To stick around.
When light fills the room
And wakes it from delirium
The dreamer stirs
And I disappear.
Am I just a dream?
When I’m gone there is nothing.
Just time.
One word from your lips
And my body reanimates
Dances, breathes
then lies still again.
Finally awake.
But alive? Real?
The room only knows.
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 9:03 PM UTC
The body of the deceased
on it's death bed it lays
the air reeks as it begins to decay
causing the evidence of ****** to fade,
No rest for the dearly departed
as long as the crime stays unreported,
maggots begin feeding on the flesh
the body rots, ceasing to be fresh,
Now the bone is stripped of skin
completely consumed of its exterior
revenge begins to spread within
it reanimates to devour it's killer's interior...
Apr 27, 2012
Apr 27, 2012 at 9:00 AM UTC
That silly smile you give
With your deep red wine lips
The bubblegum chatter you oblige my days with
They craft out symphonies of mayhem incessently
The jet black ocean dreamers eyes
That blush out the moon in its prime
And once eyes meet
A smile trudges along and greet
Beneath the smooth black sheet of hair
Eyebrows sharpened and with a smiley wink
Th raging velvet satin black hair
That flow like ink out of hebe's imagination
The slender fingers you swing
Look like an aussie serpentine
The incessent wandering eyes
That twist and take you for a ride
The cheeks that radiate with hues of pink
Its like cherries perched on a rosy sheet
Your face is like a razor blade
Melts away the expression it drains
Your face reanimates and moves like the moon
As the sun goes goes only to reappear
You are eternally here
You sparkle along and shine like a precious gem
Your changing mood
Your face expresses like the phases of moon
It Keeps a little beuty
And sometimes a shimmer of mischief
Someday somewhere maybe you will see a snowflake
And someone somewhere might drown in those eyes
Everywhere you go.. You leave a little piece of yourself behind
You envy of davinci, the muse of humbert
Like a dagger with a crystal glaze
You will give cinderella a run for her fame
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
Now I awake at the eve of my daemonic existence
Which we had to abort
On my crown lies a crown of barbs
Unfortunately no light
Raising my forgiving sight for the last time
The only thing I see is my dark wright
Vomiting misconception at my filthy sins
United by serpentine despair
Unanimously designed by a rogue contempt
And yet instantaneously
For temerarious to bother with such vast wisdom
And yet veracious
**Thus destined a dark decent
A blackened spiral
For a blank memory
I look as the darkness consumes my every breathe
Already swallowed by the hatred smoked by fear
I feel the hell fire
Like tears rolling down my body
I am cut chest to toe
The shadows seep in
Vile filth exalting heavenly pleasures
I can not cleanse myself
For all of the scourges I locked away
My shadow is liberated
As it goes, as it always shall
The quasi heroic act of self mutilation
Reanimates their dark possession
Again morbid licentiousness
They found their host and reached parasitical intent
Blackened by serious lust
Tumultuous in the hearts of all who have fallen
All of their jaws hinging malevolently
For the cursing how to behave
No imminence in my decay
I deserve nothing by curdling laughter
I have no cause, no war
My skin blackened by the fires of doubt
Forget my neurotic existence
And the face of the man you fear
For the last time I scream
All of my attempts hallowed
By the fear of being isolated
Abandoned, my scars still leaking
The blackened blood into the heavens
Each drop a life wasted
During this my light is extinguished
A smile appears on a split face**
One final scream
And everything I know vanishes
Somewhere a heart beats a final time
I despise my world
I wasn't created for it
Alas...
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 2:13 AM UTC
Hollow, naked, brave and empty
endeavor to fill your soul
with ingredients to sate
of promises to fulfill.
Monoliths to the sinner
bearing teeth with xenophobic glee.
Hunters track through the thunder
as lightning reanimates the dead
Hungry lobbying vultures
"bring back the good long gone"
while removing your heart
and preserving it as art.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
there is not enough soil
on this earth
under which
to bury You;
i will claw at the ground
until i find You,
i will exhume You
cradle You
until my rekindled warmth
reanimates You;
i will claw at the ground
and dig You out
of the grave
i buried You in
only to end up
dying in it myself.
i will.
Mar 3, 2021
Mar 3, 2021 at 5:05 PM UTC
the pitch black night crawls over the dimly illuminated town
the fireflies come out to play with silver star dust
i creep out of the the restly silhouette of my house
i have no flash light, no fire, i let the moon lead me thru the echos of night
my shadow keeps me hidden well, cloaking me in silence
the damp ocean air reanimates me
the town is sleepy but i'm awake
3 in the morning has nothing on me
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
The warm summer rains fall from a tumultuous sky flecked with sickly shades of green.
Thunder rips through the heavens, shaking the stars.
Lightning illuminates the land and my heart cries out to you.
Droplets of water fill my eyes concealing the tears that fall freely to the ground, yielding a salty crop of memories.
I clinch my eyes shut against the storm and the tidal wave of yesterdays, yet I cannot escape the visions of you and I.
Each drop reanimates a moment we shared until I am lost in that world of blissful remembrance.
I lift my voice to the skies and curse the powers that be.
Screaming defiantly into the night, my body gives way to the pain.
I exist now, only as you remember me.
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 3:38 PM UTC
I feel nothing, and everything
An empty echo
Trapped, screaming but yawning.
I go unheard.
There is a spark,
a promise of reanimation
in endless pools of blue.
I can die and live
a thousand lifetimes
in an interlocked gaze…
But what happens
when the jolt
no longer
reanimates
the dead.
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 4:53 AM UTC