"recycles" poems
One scarlet tear, makes it clear which drops from her cheek to the ground which burns away as acid, toxic, became lifeless in an instant
Emotions of any kind, are to ruin ones mind, ones soul from something more beautiful, clean and without any malicious intent,
Ruining what's best in us, corrupting inner peace with disturbance,
Free from bonds or feelings one would live alike the the moon; Elusive, with a cycle which turns and decides to recycles once again,
But what would be a life, free from the trouble of emotions, heartache
pain and agaony, happiness and glee with experiencess worth more than a soul could ask for, wish to be repeated, forming what is YOU,
Would it be a curse ? A blessing ? Would it be wise to purify onesself,
All these questions remain unanswered, as the world spirals it's transient, lifely joyful axis around our golden shining star, the sun,
Purity comes sinfree, cut from temptations of every meaningful term,
Then it would mean to give up anything, everything in solace, simply to remain free from an act or even a thought of unrighteousness,
Empathy would be lost in a purgatory of pure furies which knows no heart, or mercy for this matter, a life spend alone is an answer to this,
Oh servant, will you burn away like the flower in the heat of summer by achieving this purity you strive for just to call yourself better ?
After all, the joy of emotions is for all to experience
After all the love of light is for all to bear
~ Umi
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 8:46 PM UTC
The world spins in reverse in light of the sun burning out
Slowly spinning, slipping into a state of satisfactory self destruction
No one to let it know it's waiting on doom
Or make it feel like the end is coming sooner than what is already planned
The moon continues to fade
The sea is still wading, bringing in the wait upon the sands
Not wanting, or needing, being it simply does
And everything that burns it's little light inside lives and recycles and breathes an air of infinity
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC
I've got the January blues,
The Monday heaviness,
A kind of Tuesday Sadness.
I've got the Wednesday empties,
The Thursday lonelies,
And a Friday full of Madness.
Saturdays are cold and grey
While Sundays seem to slip away,
And the week recycles into blandness.
Jan 13, 2022
Jan 13, 2022 at 4:30 PM UTC
Stranger meets Stranger
Inside the banking hall
Stranger adores Stranger
And is unable to ignore
Stranger watches Stranger
And is confused to the core
Stranger talks to Stranger
They bond like never before
Stranger dates Stranger
What a marvelous score
Stranger loves Stranger
And this forever more
Stranger becomes a Lover
Lover waits for Stranger to love
Lover offends Stranger
And is reminded 'you're
still a Stranger' nothing more
Love Cycle recycles and soars
A Lover is reborn
Lover becomes a Partner
Partner loves Stranger to Lover
Partner waits for lover to Partner
Partner wants to marry Partner
For this he is sure
Partner changes pattern
And kicks out partner for
Partner keeps fighting Partner
The home is abandoned and empty
Partners revert to Strangers
Love Cycle recycles
Partner proposes to partner
Partners' marry and live happily ever after
Love Cycle Recycles
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 11:36 PM UTC
A flash of light upon the sky
and dinosaurs were gone.
In a universe that knew them not,
and held no memory to live on.
Of ourselves our human kind,
we think the universe holds us dear.
Through time and vastness of it all
so doubtful it knows we're here.
So many things come and gone
forever changing it still evolves.
Too short is our human existence
to see how all of this resolves.
We think our kind important
a central purpose for it all.
But the universal scale of things
serves to remind our place is small.
We will never know its purpose,
and may never know if there was plan.
But rest assured my fellow humans,
our path will be as the dinosaurs
when the universe recycles man.
May 25, 2022
May 25, 2022 at 10:46 PM UTC
Stares down the worst nightmare
Frustrates your favorite reality show
Cannot be contained by a wall
Is a blend of church and state
Contains 50 years of Star Trek
Drives on the right side of the road
Rarely says “Hold on, slow down!”
Is no longer gender-specific
Sometimes prays en español
Allows girls to play football
Can be painted, sung or rhymed
Was born in the days of Hamilton
Celebrates the strong and the weak
Exists as a circle inside a triangle
Hears a whisper in the dark
Often survives the winter alone
Recycles its creation with glee
Worships a blue-eyed God or none
Wrestles its problems in private
Respects its gray-haired flag
Avoids front page truth
Imagines a rainbow during a storm
Invites a homeless woman to dinner
Permits free speech as protest
Welcomes immigrants from Syria
May be terminally happy
Calls the zoo a favorite place
Hums the sound of crickets at night
Put the words in Whitman’s mouth
© Lewis Bosworth, 2016
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 8:13 PM UTC
The water’s new
Purpose is to carry the old salmon into the Earth.
To harbor the young, watch them grow,
Show them the ways and streams of life.
It brings them with current’s flows
Down the river where the flow recycles.
After the offspring are born, their body recycles
Into the river where the new glimmering fish swim up stream in a new
Trail. A river that curves like a beaten path pushes down on the fish when it flows
Underneath the soil and Earth.
This is where the lowest forms of life
Live in the dark and cold but always grow.
As I age, I grow
When I die, my body recycles.
I realize that I know how to love life.
I will come back replenished and new.
My body is one with the Earth,
My spirit roams and flows.
I am the river in the morning rays of sun that flows,
I am the blooming golden sunflower will grow,
I am the animal of all different shapes and sizes that belong to the Earth.
I live because of the recycles,
Like the grass that is long and not new.
I am all of nature’s life.
Soft, mossy grass that I step on is pulsing with life.
It moves and flows
In and out of the old and new.
With its knowledge it learns to grow.
It creates, destroys, and recycles
Land, rivers, oceans, and the Earth.
My sun streaked curls lay gently on the Earth
As I hear the ground race and scurry with life.
The past turns, contracts, and recycles.
A faint thunder of the brook is heard as it bends and flows.
Here in the trees, I have watched the young fledglings grow,
I let myself go, as I turn my body in and turn old to new.
The sun comes up new and warm. It heats the Earth
As it grows in the sky and brings the plants to life.
When the sun goes down, the moonlight flows and the sky recycles.
Mar 8, 2010
Mar 8, 2010 at 1:42 PM UTC
night comes with waves of perfume
the trance of flowers is quiet and only
the winds can touch the secret of trees, still
sleeping under the apple trees gives one deeper dreams
when darkness hunts me I remember
your empty hands against the form of light
how you struggle to find the archaic tune
the chronicles of the invisible unfolding
my mind recycles thought from sprout to seed
the vesper bell plunges the crickets,
the roundness of the heart deeper
into the hour of the dark
Jun 23, 2023
Jun 23, 2023 at 3:10 PM UTC
A woman's body spikes and hikes
It glows like sun to a man on heat
the very body that spins and pikes
It bears and nurture a seed's seat
A woman body is tender and meek
*It houses the ***** crazed rods*
the very body that recycles eggs
It's the mother of the earth odds
A woman body ages rapidly
It's bosoms burst and sag with age
the very body that speak mercilessly
with milk that flow with abundant sage
A woman body knows the cycles
It rolls every month with pain
the very body that roars in circles
The up and downs of a woman bargain
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 5:45 AM UTC
Time cries for no one
A mystery i think time is
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, .....
It continues without a care in the world
We plan and plant and wait and harvest
Then, we do it all over again
With time, we move on and on
There is no pause, only continuum
Time cries for no one
People pass on, pets pass on
Life recycles
Poets philosophize
Philosophers ponder
Sounds pointless, all of these
It's an adventure, almost predestined
A web of feelings
This is life, they say
This is life...
TBC, forever
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 4:18 AM UTC
i am
enough fire
all on my own
(just like you)
it's engraved
in our bones
remind me again
why we ever feel lost
when the stars up above
are where our paths
have crossed
_we are divine_
there is
no need to define
all our reasons behind
why the moon and its shine
make our heart beat
faster
there is
a reason i master
the look in your eyes
there is magic in how
i undress your
disguise
all this
love in your heart
fills with people whose parts
may be played by the souls
who once sparked your
first star
let them leave
how they are
cherishing
every
scar
just
keep
trusting
_the loving
is right where
you are_
you’re a
blending of “we”
you are all parts of me
we are everything we see:
all we hope, feel, and dream
there is no separation....
no matter the nation
collectively, together
we are one human
ration
my
thoughts
are not mine
but illusions of time
and when i start to rise
there’s a shift in your sight
as i reach to new heights
my movements align
in ways where your
limbic system is
sings out to
mine
we
are not lost
our bodies accost
our souls will be tossed
to the sky and it's loft
our eternity is now
every moment somehow
fills will perfectly sequenced
which, why's, and how’s
you deserve
Love right now
through all of the pain
you have let life allow
when dark is around
just feel for your might
hold your own heart
and avow to your
light
alone
is not lonely
you’re full how you are
realize how far you’ve bloomed
your falls formed who you are
your name’s in the stars
they can feel all your scars
these losses obtained
are not all you
are
you're
your own cosmic hue
you are perfectly subdued
with the cosmos for a heart
your Light fuels the moon
and it is flowing to me
to glow out of my heart
until it recycles
to you and
restarts
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC
Here's how I think
that life goes -
the first moment
of conception
is like a cycle
of the four seasons,
spring, summer, autumn, winter,
or like the cycle
of the moon,
or like the cycle
of a wave,
attack, sustain, decay, release,
or like the cycle
of the turning earth
in a day,
so this moment
cycles and recycles
and grows and grows
into an entire life,
and I think
the whole universe
operates this way,
of course
I could be wrong.
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 6:26 AM UTC
Listen to the winter wind
Hear the cold on nature's breath
Get inside before the moon
Or you will surely catch your death
There's nothing for protection
When winter wind comes through
It's nature against your will to live
You'll lose, that much is true
The desert is a harsh place
With heat that matches hell
But the cold you feel in winter
Will do you in, so fast as well
It's a land of extreme harshness
A place where you can surely die
It's a place so full of beauty
It's enough to make you cry
In summer you are melting
In winter frozen hard
You may ask why I stay here
The answer's easy pard'
I live here for adventure
I'm a cowboy through and through
I share my life with Mother Nature
I guess, it's just the thing I do
I'm gonna die here in the desert
But, not because of winter wind
I'll die here for one reason
So I can come back again
The desert, she recycles
Takes what's here back home
I'll die out here in the desert
But, until that time....I'll roam
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC
My mother’s addiction is a shapeshifter—
It takes on so many forms it’s rumoured
that nobody knows its true face
It’s a master of disguise
it hides itself behind thin lipped smiles
and tired eyes—
It changes so often it’s hard to tell
if it ever recycles old forms
I frequently ask myself if I would
recognize her if I did not have her eyes
If we didn’t share a body for 7 months
would I know the sound of her heartbeat
even when she’s disguised as a dragon
—sober is the shape she fails to hold the longest
the edges between make believe and reality
blur almost as quickly as they form
It’s easier to be a flame than still water
so she burns down everything in her path
At home we don’t dare say the word addiction
we walk on eggshells like her cover will crumble
at the slightest vibration from the floorboards
—we glide through the hallways like spirits
there’s no need for a haunting here
ghosts already roam in the walls
you hear wailing more often than silence—
I’m beginning to think Halloween is my favourite holiday
because it’s the one day of the year
people can look into this haunted home
and they don’t judge me for what they see
behind closed doors
—I’ve never been one for haunted houses
but maybe it’s because I’ve been living in one
for 22 years without a break
I wish to escape from my own house of horrors
so why would I pay to enter somebody else’s
Instead I put on devil horns
and watch movies where there’s always a final girl
wondering if it would be worth my soul
to make a deal with the devil
so my mom can stop shapeshifting
so my brother can sleep at night
so I can finally breathe, even just for a moment
—my mother’s addiction is a shapeshifter
I hope someday soon I can see what she truly looks like
I have been living with a stranger for so long
I’ve forgotten what it feels like to recognize
the people you love
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 8:13 PM UTC
Back row torn, penetrated, yet warm
Butts and lit butts pressed against it.
Circular limbs transport my clients.
Curved triangle, scythe, ends the ride.
Behind a circle sits the controller,
abusing the engine, my heart, me.
Each passenger, client, friend, family,
hurts, helps, hinders, never ending well.
A big metal box recycles me.
My corpse gives birth to another,
so another controller may ride me.
Never ending, since model T, I roll.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 9:32 PM UTC
Burn me alive,
End it all now,
I’m tired of the world,
I want to crawl back into my shell,
Of ignorance and bliss,
Before feeling overcame everything,
And my mind could manage and stall,
The unending dread,
The unending pain,
That recycles through my body,
And mental membrane,
Temporary relief,
Doesn’t last long,
Seeping into my bones,
Polluting my core,
Essence,
Lack of presence,
Take me away,
Bury me down low,
Erase me from existence,
Free from my soul.
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 6:51 PM UTC
The lore recycles and continues
All things end
And many begin again
This is why tradition fades like sin
And centuries lose themselves within
Moments of unforgivable issues
And we assume ourselves with misuse
And limit ourselves with disbelief
And consume ourselves in fisheye lenses
Like we knew ourselves to be prey to predators
And lure ourselves into traps of pleasure
And confuse ourselves through various measures
We dilute our blood with foreign entries
And we speak til we're blue in face and ******
And rue our own birth and death cuz
We blew ourselves into this mess
We drew ourselves this reckless verse
And ***** ourselves on every turn
But there is a light beyond the stars we think we know
There is a distant life we knew upon infringing our own birth stone
And anguish may be what we think is answers wrapped in shrouded homes
But the truth is that our treasures live beyond time and distance and dismemberment
And though the angel cries that she's asleep, she's too awake to compensate
She's so alive her blood boils thin and she thinks she might die this very day.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 4:05 AM UTC
Visible to the naked eye
The trim trio in sky, of all
In triangular circle
On endless mission
Imposing Sun,
Impressive Moon,
Well composed Earth,
Fertile nuclear family
Round and round on rounds
The duo around the tiara;
The flaming fulcrum,
Feeding heat and light
The cute unmanned moon
The night lamp in the sky
Playing hide and seek
Sheltered by mother earth
Earth on its daily rounds
Moon on monthly shuttles
Revolving pair round the Fire
Count their infinite time
Indispensable cycles
Indefatigable circus
Infallible life recycles
Inscrutable obscure force
Who knows?
Only super soul can witness
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 11:39 AM UTC
Disjointed flashbacks
and coincidences
--regurgitating, bubbling up
surfacing--
faint aftertaste
lingering then fading
Episodes disentangle and defy
Chronology
Without cause or consequence
They return to me like
Sand to the ocean
--dispersing and settling
dislodging and rearranging--
Separate scenes of specificity
Activated by change circumstance
Stirring sensations once
Lost to the churning tides of
Time and Space
Engaging emotions once forgotten
Now set free by the
Endless eb and flow,
Dissipating
Memories, thoughts, dreams
Rising up from and
Returning to
The Void
Exchanging
Manifesting haphazardly
Ever-awakening
The tapestry of
Experience unfolds
Threads of Time and Space
Unravel
And as the pattern
Recycles
The forms change
but the substance stays
the same
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
This day, it was different than all the others,
And today I was lagging slowly at best.
Different than when I had leapt from my mother.
I found myself looking for some place to rest.
Dismayed by my reason for dragging behind.
I questioned my soul for its hidden reason.
Found sheltered behind my own eyes did I find..
Answers as old as the turning of seasons.
A smile to my face from the answer so deep.
The fight I'd not known going on in my soul.
Came calmly the words, "It is time; you must sleep."
And then something strange inside me closed a hole.
You may ask the reason but I do not care.
All that once gripped me in this world is now gone.
All such worthless answers on me do not bear.
All I look forward to is just moving on.
The very gift I could never really see.
HE rewarded to me at the day of birth.
And as I joined others in HIS memory.
I looked for a place to return to the earth.
I pulled back the cover of green in this space.
There I could see the ground teaming with new life.
And as the warm calm spread from my feet to face.
Disappear did all the worries, fears and strife.
The blue of the sky took a hue I'd once known.
Part of a world I'd forgotten existed.
Desires and thoughts that I once called my own.
From this weary body quickly uplifted.
You now pain for what you believe I have lost.
But this state of grace you could not understand.
You suffer to keep what is worthless at cost.
Until the true Master takes you by the hand.
NO! Don't weep for me; you must weep for yourself.
'Cause my empty body is all that remains.
The Master recycles; down to every cell.
These feelings more awesome than I can explain.
One day you will be called to your final rest.
No matter the end, we are all none the worse.
You will understand my words; there is no guess.
For every man, rich or poor, comes the same course.
What matters is kindness to all that you shared.
A heart you uplifted in this earthly realm.
To a broken soul did you ever show care?
The worthless burdens of the world overwhelm.
The closest you can get to HIM is through love.
These words are not mine but the Master's alone.
HE watches us all from HIS place well above.
Helping the lowly though HE sits on a throne.
So while in this plane of existence you hold.
Inculcate the thought I have placed in your mind.
You don't know your call time, whether young or old.
Go forward spread love, for there is no rewind.
Godspeed.
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 9:59 PM UTC
Visible to the naked eye
The trim trio in sky, of all
In triangular circle
On endless mission
Imposing Sun,
Impressive Moon,
Well composed Earth,
Fertile nuclear family
Round and round on rounds
The duo around the tiara;
The flaming fulcrum,
Feeding heat and light
The cute unmanned moon
The night lamp in the sky
Playing hide and seek
Sheltered by mother earth
Earth on its daily rounds
Moon on monthly shuttles
Revolving pair round the Fire
Count their infinite time
Indispensable cycles
Indefatigable circus
Infallible life recycles
Inscrutable obscure force
Who knows?
Only unseen soul can witness
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 12:23 PM UTC
You-the night-the day
she-the day-the night,
or just the fair pulse
somewhere in the air the hollow howl
She feels it in her bones. Yes. She feels
whatever shall be: a blinding ambiguity
The morning recycles dreams.
laundry crushed on the river stones
women are crying and washing
Oh, she wishes to air the night of your body,
to pull you out of your death.
The shadowy flowing of now
pierces her eyelids with your cellophane smile
her cells rustling: you-you-you
even screaming like a yo-yo
to be heard backwards
till the Big Bang
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 1:14 PM UTC
You look like the kind of person
that I could share silence with
and I’ve been made a fool
from reveling in this
idealized mess
ever since the day that
we never met
Only saw a face,
as it shifted through shadows
at your kinetic pace,
masked in a smile from
this wistful summer glare,
and intricate details that
long to match your
auburn hair
Neurons started firing,
daydreams cascade and blend,
my infatuation
twists and bends
into a proclamation of art
that recycles upon waking up:
my continuation
of getting lost in
whoever / wherever
you are
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 10:14 PM UTC
If only always meant more
we could overcome our circumstance,
to coalesce ardor with caprice
the best of me intervolves the best of you
a ribbon in the sky only we can view
til death do us part and recycles anew
a world remade from hushed moments we construe
sweet dreams made from scratch, leavened by chance
as the music fades, still, we would dance
if only always meant more.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC
yes, it is real, as real as daylight
how history recycles itself
darkness is falling with the speed of thoughts
of certainties, of pathos, of a wounded hope
I feel like screaming, I feel like weeping and
this can change nothing, and I can't find a better metaphor
we hurt each other unwittingly if we stop thinking together
if we stop talking, stop listening to each other
how vulnerable we can be, how deceptive
how potent the unhealed wounds
they write history books
an abstract darkness is near, a concrete darkness
division and such pain in the depth of the living
a darkness without perfume but blind screaming
disguised in a blinding light,
so old that it keeps reinventing
the destruction of saturated worlds
the social body can not survive without a heart
without a multiple mind
Dec 3, 2024
Dec 3, 2024 at 9:45 AM UTC