"recompose" poems
Gaping voids attached
at velvet hems reveal
An oscillating, silky shrine
of serpentine appeal
A sacellum of spit
where crimson vipers preach
A sermon dispossessed of words
on biting without teeth
Two lithe reptilian wrestlers
in acrobatic trance
To recompose the primal theme
from the procreating dance
They sway in mirrored unison
as heaven’s gates converge
They lick their tongues in twisting prose
and gustatory tones emerge
In this bacchanal of senses
where feelings taste of spoken sights
The serpents molt beyond their essence
onto a plane of new delights
There they share a sounding vision
muscles blink in harmony
Hissing iridescent rhythms
At last, the panting cyclopes
reach the art of seeing
eye to whispering eye
through the instrument of speech.
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 5:29 AM UTC
Cold sweats and shower heads leak into the seams of our worst fears and dreads,
Momma didn't raise no fool,
I'll be good as dead when they finally show
Relapse,
Relapse,
Relapse
I can feel it again,
The existential dread,
Crawling through my bones, out of my skin and into my head
My best friend is my wall,
I drink to numb the feeling,
She don't love me, but she loves my mom
Tonight we are leaving and we are never coming back the same way
Relapse,
Relapse,
Relapse
I've got a feeling,
A feeling of the cold and hazy blue,
I can feel you, I can feel you,
I've been thinking too much of you
Relax,
Relax,
Relax
I'll keep hitting it, I'll keep taking it in, willingly,
Because you asked me to
Your love of the yellow rose,
My cuts and the yellow thorns,
I'm torn and you don't feel it,
It's okay, I would never ask you to
If I could go back, if I could change anything,
I'd change the way you looked at me,
Only heaven knows the way I look at you
I've been dragging the lake for my friends,
I'll never find any because they're all dead
Relapse,
Relax,
Recompose,
Rot,
Decompose
I've been thinking too much of you
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 11:26 AM UTC
Court of owls
New ink, new shoes
Clocks on, I'm about to run it
Fast as my pain's Timeframe, bout to gun it
I hope you feel something better my man,
***I'm feeling something
I'm feeling something better than planned***
Tuck in the winter, dam i fall into action
springing past Morty and summer
While I'm watching TV slumber
shaking off chains of reactions
is it a new start
call it innov8ing
or maybe to our past
Definistrating
memories, atoms alternating
like the world sputters aspirating
Spit split straight portals compensating
I'm drunk on Dark matter ever oscillating
the wind turned to me
just so it could turn on me
Judgment for eternity
Experience is the same
it howled with certainty
MY Experience denied 3x
so now you hear me?
from this judgment
I'm always ripping free
I don't generate art
so you can whip at me
I might penetrate stars
The universe is an artist
so Why does it ****** us
Aint the universe ever even heard of us?
I'm the passenger and still woozy the sickness
feeling the pressure but I gotta be a witness
compassionate, no judgment
we all have our reasons
~Got a spot that I keep w33d in
Hidden with the green stem bleedin
we may have different heavens
but we come from the same soil
When others decide our emotions
Got so many reasons for defense,
reach out and tipped it for the deflect
emotions reflect the deficit of me breathe
I just shake my head
so heavy, I need rest
Court of owls
Port of vowels
I am Born of miles
So I adult when you consult the Occult
knowings the lotion but still decomposin
all this is music I just need to recompose it
Saved another life Now the reaper owes it
I think I've got amnesia,
Waking up to
Sir you had a seizure
Eyes always look like
Man...I wouldn't wanna be ya
Empathy
is another form of slavery we sign up for
We live and we learn
Boomerang on the mic
I go and return
But its not just about living well
its about knowing the root of life
its Taking the threads in your hands
to rack the rains and crack the chains
Caught in the dream, my ego forgets
Sleep is such a shy death
***Court of owls
Port of vowels
I am Born of miles
in the Korn of howls***
May 4, 2022
May 4, 2022 at 12:33 AM UTC
A figment of fictition
So persistent in perdition
Little distant,
Little hat trick
Lay her down upon my mattress
I spit hot glue
whether or not I ought to
It's never thought through,
never bought new
I never sought another off-tune
Sound
I'm perfectly happy with my own.
And life's an acquired taste (bittersweet trainwreck)
Just like a whiskey flavored sno-cone
So just
Relax.
Take your bags off and lean back
Discheveled chivalry,
Burning bush,
Uttered simile
Muttered quickly
In a sea of young blood and old trees
Just try and make a meek response,
recompose your shattered sconce
Redirect it all deliberately
with my newfound friend tenacity
I report a list of casualties
after a hurricane of history
Recurring dreams are haunting me
Face-to-face with Mephistopheles
Which I ponder in all honesty.
Should I fear the devil within,
even if I don't believe in him
or is it enough
that he believes in me?
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 1:16 AM UTC
Your tongue becomes a
stretching of your
head.It is, in fact,
a lying tongue, which
breaks the complex
words, until they are
transformed in simple
sounds as the hours are
decomposed into chaotic
seconds to recompose
a new hallucinating time.Our
erratic thoughts anguish in
ignorance and resignation.Our
spaces seep into another
common one. The light
dances on our exhausted
bodies all its
shades of red.We
love each other in
our dream....
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 8:17 PM UTC
would I could I have gotten
you, but I have this:
but I hold my downfall
between bubbles, or
between slurring fingertips;
pressure
loss, diffident
indifference,
bitter delirium, I
wake through the
marshes of all
thoughts I call mine, but
she, with quivering hands,
pulls trumps and
bares teeth and
i, small creature i,
decompose another fraction,
break and bend and
swallow no pride, tonight.
so hallowed, these lives!
like I lie, in-between
awake or no such dream or
the pursuit of impossibility:
an appetite turning these
wheels to drive us each home to
each of our own tiny
fallacious undestinies,
where lined veins underhandedly
tighten and leave,
stumble or bleed;
traces of the same want and amount of nothing.
from lustgarden cradled in concrete i
turn corners, i
recompose, with eyes alight. i
bare teeth, i
wake and bleed,
and still see.
I still breathe.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 9:51 PM UTC
Inner voices,
Contradicting wants and desires,
Screaming, Crying, Breaking apart,
Then smiling, calming down, and recompose.
A sickening yet relief feeling,
That one is so split and divided inside,
Holding on to a mysterious path,
That is yet to be fully unfolded.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
Roo
You bounced high and true,
After the rain swept through.
Each bounce made you stronger,
Your stride leaped longer.
No sound released,
Just breeze from your feet
As you showed us all
How to recompose after a fall —
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 4:19 PM UTC
This is our love ,we need to
recompose its meaning
with the passing of every second.
Love is our poetry ,or
poetry is our love.
Do you need to be yourself?
Do you need me?
Maybe it's hell ,maybe it's heaven,
Maybe it's both of them.
Maybe it's getting zero.
We should burn inside,
but no ,we make it be
our mad paradise.
It's something you should know
before touching me.
You should know
that love is only Divine.
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 2:48 PM UTC
I’m star-struck and stunned
like a deer in the headlights.
The seconds I’ve shunned;
in the moments of twilight.
As fear has proceeded;
with words I believed in;
A hug that we needed.
We came to say goodbye.
Shoulders turned away
like a punch that I’ve taken.
Tears like a cliché
that cannot be mistaken.
A hurt that’s not unknown;
with time to recompose
and time to spend alone.
We came to say goodbye.
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 3:33 AM UTC
Tick-tock the hands of the clock plock
the pendulum swings to the immutable
rhythm of hypnotic seconds measuring time,
the soundtrack to the great oeuvre that is
our life. An existence we perceive
ephemeral, thus instinctively preparing
suitcases since inception, on an earthly
sphere we interpret merely as a vestibule,
be it a pretty one awaiting to embark
on a journey to a destination unknown,
neatly folding experiences one by one,
hiding mistakes between the nethermost
layers, shameful feelings, regrettable deeds
tucked under blankets of tears, loving
sentiments nostalgically stowed as valuables
in secret pockets where fears glow.
Achievements meticulously placed in side-
compartments for easy retrieval, references
just in case, identity printed in capital letters
on a stateless passport holding the blank
ticket stretching ears to heed announcements,
last call for immediate boarding, hopefully
after blowing on candles times enough
for departure to be tolerable, desirable. Yet
the bell tolls every so often unexpectedly,
rendering the baggage of a life time instantly
redundant, while climbing the invisible ladder
naked, slowly dissolving into the ether, a rapid
transition between who we are, have been
and will be once more, pure energy melting
to recompose, metamorphosis in tune not
with the pendulum but with the mute
timeless cosmic flow encompassing all,
the solemn moment the weight suspended
from the pivot ceases to swing.
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
The fire laps, at my willing skin,
as I wait for my ending, to begin,
the heat it sears, and skin turns black,
as I hope this time, I won't come back,
but then water runs, along my arm,
this was just another, pointless harm,
yet I am glad, for harms distract,
and I need time, to recompose my act.
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 7:51 AM UTC
In those days
when the sun lights
the contours of the clouds
that now and then
let glimpse the sky,
when my spirit does not know
whether to follow the sadness
of the shadows of the evening
that slowly appear
or the cheerfulness of the light
that veiled filters,
in those days
I stand still to recompose
distant echoes
of small
unforgotten
unforgettable
fragments of love.
26.12.’13
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
I found myself
walking a route
of euphoria
following the trail of rapture
tailing a sentiment
that I had hoped
would last forever
then you hit me;
a phantom vehicle
from the blindspot of my life
out of nowhere,
a hit and run with no warning
but for the quietude before
the impending collision
my body:
flung far from favor,
soaring for its own demise,
falling on its own crown,
turning into the earth
arms swinging forth,
grasping for something
to recompose on
not lying for want
fingers between rocks and pebbles
digging themselves into the dirt between,
grabbling gravel and grave
scratching back at the sharp pain
as I scramble for balance
my eyes,
covered in blood and blur,
are blinded by the truth refulgent overhead
commands reflected by flat faces standing over me-- beside me?
around me...
they turn me 'round myself
I lose my way
as quickly as it was found
breadth,
precious as love,
come back to me,
hold me now
deliver me from panic
and restore my sanity
from this collision of souls
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 7:20 AM UTC