"regrown" poems
What is home?
but a safe haven for the heart
comfortable
at peace
a breeze after the summer sun went to sleep
a feeling I had forgotten for years
regrown from my own strength
Home I thought
Was in me all along.
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 11:58 PM UTC
a television interview, Oct. 2018 with Sir Paul McCartney
~for all of us, forever~
<•>
**** you Paul, old man
you trying to make us all look bad?
guess you’re just another
‘miner for a thousand years’
or more,
cause we haven’t seen a reason why the vein should run dry,
for the stolid earth resupplies endless old metal and the liquid veins
supply the need, the urgency of a warm gun of composition,
a drug nonpareil
and the things that provoke,
still provoke once more and again,
love and need, even memories,
petri dish cell regrown,
breathing atmospheric nutrients in the hotheaded hothouse air
of the human farm
‘tis why I paean you at 4:25am understanding full well,
better than most, for once I wrote,
it’s always the next one, that will be,
the flawless poem,
that will permit the laying down of the pen, the guitar
but even flawless is not
“good enough yet”
for all of us, forever*
for “yet,”
even more than forever,
is the most unlimited word we share
~
5:02am 10/17/18
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 2:06 PM UTC
Soon I will be alone.
In my own little cave
I can hide and be regrown;
my own soul I will save.
I will seclude myself from all;
from disappointment, pain, hate
and live behind my wall,
until I've learned to appreciate.
All I want is to be happy,
but, it seems the world is all sad,
I can't help but breathe empathy,
so I am prevented from being glad.
To add to that, I am toxic,
and all I touch turns to dust
until I learn to focus,
I will continue to lose trust.
I must learn to deal with this,
then attempt the world anew.
I need to learn to channel bliss,
then I can rejoin all of you.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
function here in waves,
playful rose of fractal dance between the ashen
i-am-nesses fused --
what else can say existence
like you are like me?
that atoms mine are yours
coinciding kinds
in kind collide in braving symbols wide.
no interference holds amid the swing
from dark to light,
eternal constancy
of varied essence striking
joy on joy a smitten fullness-
breath of overcoming desperation's wrath
regrown particulates of god undead
of final unities no longer dark,
no longer merely one among
.
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC
step right up to this broken machine
she'll take anyone
look at this queen
she's shiny and new with smiles so bright
every step she takes is light
her colours are more than a rainbow can boast
she has more than any
she has the most
they drift in the wind and fall from her fingers
her joy is infectious
she's contentment's dead ringer
this machine never stops
that's why its so popular
people will travel far
there is no other
none so dedicated to her job as this
she's a volunteer so surely she loves it
but a crisis strikes every once in a while
the machine won't admit it, she's in denial
but her colour store is personally supplied
if she told you it's abundant, surely she lied
this machine has colours she enjoys sparing
but to spend her whole life as this machine is daring
machines must be turned off
must be unplugged
this machine never does because help is her drug
she goes and she goes until she overheats
her colours start melting
they run through the streets
these runaway colours are scooped up and scrounged
meanwhile the machine is left on the ground
she rusts while it rains, there on the ground
no regard for the girl whose rainbow
seems to be gone
look how she lays so
curled up and crying but not from her loss
crying because her aid is the cost
with no regard for herself she whispers
"if I take a break, look at who suffers"
but the rainbow too must be regrown
it can only take time and care and sweet tones
encouraging words to let her know
she's not alone, she will never be thrown
from this world with contempt
because love exists
but love may not always come to you free
sometimes there is just one fee
it isn't much... just to ask
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 9:40 PM UTC
We were only ever
moving through..
A transient
encounter pinked
in sprinkled serendipity
had synchronised
our step
and having met
before the bested peaks
of all that seemed unlikely
we stayed close.
Through
needless plays
of problematic metaphor,
we laughed and wept,
deplored enforced morality,
embraced a great unknown,
explored the cultic
sympathies, arrested
in our infancy
and swore an oath
eternal to the greenery
regrown..
..while knowing
well, the day will come
when one moves on
alone
Aug 7, 2021
Aug 7, 2021 at 2:08 AM UTC
The wanderer walks more then he talks fished in a *** of emotions asteroid
torn by the fact that time is a plant
of which can't be regrown when grown on a slant
oh surface what is my purpose?
why am I here? what am I after?
what is my fear?
Stuck in a haze
of being afraid of the future
I'm the wanderer of night
The walker of the shadows
my feet glide lightly beneath the
street & it's gravel
I'm peeping at the living
within the holes of their hollows
Wondering if there lives are a cycle
Go to sleep, Go to work,
Go where ever the light glows
Follow the crowd, be a part of the now
Your past actions will only be known as a noun, I've figured it out, I've opened the spout
The opportunities are endless there just flowing about
the waters of remembrance are very shallow, and impact must be heavy to make a splash
Do what you love, and your passions will truly last
Don't be stuck in the past, instead, thrive on what's here today
This message is retrospective
echoed in constant delay
As I walk deeper into the dark this is what I truly say....L...O...S...T
it's hard to stay on track when you've mentally lost perspective
When everything you've known turns unfamiliar within seconds
Is this good energy?
or the spread of an infection?
I need a tower of fortune cookies
to hold my lessons
For when that tower crashes
it will crumble into a message
Do I search for more? or do I stay inside the common section?
I'm searching for the uncommon and people of rarity
Who can explain the emotions
of human irregularity?
Will I sustain my vision of singularity
art crafted in loops
repetition brings recognition to patterns covered from clarity
This is just a turn of the leaf
roots of the past years die off
they become obsolete, as we drift deeper into forms of technology, we suddenly find people in the form of anomalies
Look outside your window and standing there I will be, a stranger in the night
Peeping through windows for company
Only searching for answers that all of us seem to seek
Who will I be today and the following week
Who will I meet today that will change who I want to be
These are thoughts of the wanderer waking amount the streets
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC
they packed the town into a big box
and shipped it to southeast ohio
they packed bryan adams into a box
and shipped it to southeast asia
they packed the baby into a box
and shipped it to madonna
drawn up with a silver pen
the EPZs jurisdiction
the cease fires declaration
and the stockyards reopen for business
the hundred thousand leaves shrouding
the white house roar
like a crowd, like a nation
a few man's hands
shake that sound
like snake's tails rattling
into a megaphone
the heavy metal band pleads self-defense.
they just play music. that's all they do
they're not protesting
except in a vague way
against everything,
they're not sure what
perhaps the chaotic volume
of their early adolescence
a child bent around a pen
is told to count the lima beans again
he counted too fast
a snarling dragon pulls up
and he rides, concluding
in a sorcerer's castle constructed
of speedy fretwork and overbearing tablature
the card game made us
wizards, frankly, and we enjoyed it
more than being what we were
I throw the dice and the king's head
tumbles with them into a basket
a burmese girl sews the silhouette
of a man performing
a feat not meant for man
into the side of a shoe that will
wing you to heaven if
heaven is as high
as a slam dunk. boys
in a park joust styrofoam swords
a hand is folded
behind the back to signify its heroic
loss in battle. it is regrown momentarily
to dunk a chicken mcnugget.
in another park across town
boys no longer ****
each other for their shoes.
jay z is in a booth with warren buffett
and jerry seinfeld at daniel
they are saving the galaxy
the only one we have to save
which nobody lives in anymore
the forest is off in endor
the snow belongs to hoth
a boy fights a war
in an afghan marketplace
through his television set
in hd and widescreen
it's practically photorealisitic
the guns sound authentic
in 5.1 digital surround
another boy fights the exact same war
he wishes it did not look so real
the internet, our new planet
i shut the computer down
404: I am a file no longer to be found
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC
Nice to see you are opening the shop.
Saying this
I search for lines of distress on her face
On her widowed eyes a painful strain
For when went her man
The way she wailed
It seemed she would never be sane again!
She smiles *now I run it alone
Sale is low
And I’m weighed down
With his pile of debt!*
In her smile are hopes regrown
A telltale sign of grit
The show must go on.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 8:15 AM UTC
Walking through the pages of an empty notebook,
the surprises are few and far between.
Listening to the honks on Market Street and
I remember when life was like back in 2009.
The room was spinning around and
liquor bottles hung from the ceiling.
The hideous growl of a thousand broken promises.
Chasing after a drunk ghost,
through a maze of street signs and snowflakes.
The night sky sends down shadow monsters,
destined to return your soul.
I refuse to accept that this is reality.
My creative spirit has fallen into discontent.
Oh Lord,
please save me from these bright lights.
I am going down 157.
Waiting for the clock to strike
any hour it pleases.
Listening to the broken trees whisper their anger.
Splintered from the weight of the crows,
they fall.
This will not end well.
The problem with every story is that there is a beginning and
an end.
Forgive me Father for I have sinned,
my last confession was...
when the Crown Royal was still a peasant.
The victory seemed like a defeat and
the birds flew south for the winter.
Do not be afraid.
This story ends with structure, responsibility, and order.
The trees have regrown,
hiding my secrets.
My mind begins to wonder.
Everything begins to swerve.
Is this what happens
when good men do nothing?
Or when bad men fly?
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 1:49 PM UTC
survival is cheap
This is how i feel
this onion peel
discarded
shell of wasted empathy//
this is how i taste
this furry filthy *****
waste
of
flavours savoured.
This is how it feels
inside
to die
then lie
in hope of faith
restored.
Sitting
while it rains
outside
my thoughts.
The seasons storm
while thiniking//pausing//stroking
i climb back into the safety
of my mind.
it is mine.
To hibernate
a pleasure
brief but
still so much
grief to grieve.
A cliche,
this damp patch
of regrown
faith.
This testament to
survival.
perhaps not the fittest,
but always
a stayer.
Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 2:31 AM UTC
I wake up to the sound
The sound ,noones ever heard
It's my last day to afford a fortune
Nothing that we couldn't learn........
Maybe we'll wake forgiving
It's better safe than sound
Maybe we'll fight forever
Nothing that can't be done......
Back to the past, we ride
Holdin' it dear to our hearts
It's my last day to buy my fortune
Nothin' that I couldn't learn.......
Maybe we'll live forgetting
A something that wasn't said
Maybe we'll find a replacement
A place for you to rest your head....
Back the the howling grounds
Where the dogs of society roam
You can't keep on forgetting
The place where you were grown
Placement that wasn't so right
Back at the pillars and thrones
My sandcastle stands in a mud pit
Waiting to be regrown
How can you sit and stand by
As the hometown grows out of control
You plant chains from a stake pike
And place people beyond their own
Maybe will live regretting
Maybe it's all on you
It's your last day to avenge the fallen,
Something that was brought by you.....
Place a crown on the stand
As peasants wave to you
Look out into the crowds
As friendly faces wave to youuuu
Maybe the Kings forgiving
Maybe the Queens forgot
To help those in need and helping
Of those who couldn't learn......
Maybe we'll find a replacement
Another duet to rule the land
Maybe they'll leash their vengeance
On someone other than you
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC
I've done things on my own
gotten to relearn pieces of me regrown
I'm still making up for the way things were
finding the girl I was when I was her
boy, do you miss me yet?
I'm making myself proud
I've found my voice, I'm getting loud
And I'm not quite there but I'm en route
haven't yet attained it but I'm in hot pursuit
boy, do you miss me yet?
and of all the pieces of you that fell away
the music we shared just seems to stay
it stays and stays, won't go away
it won't diminish, it won't decay
boy, do you miss me yet?
And just like I used to listen to you singing in your car
I can hear you forgetting me, tires kissing tar
it's been two solid years and I need to know
boy, will you ever let me go?
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 4:58 AM UTC
longing. yearning. wanting. so many words for
a singular feeling. they never taught me how
to love an enigma. mystery’s an intrigue.
it wrenches you in like
beast in beauty and the beast. joker in joker—
now this is not to say you’re a ******* furry or
an anarchist’s wet dream: you are holy.
holy, as in baptise me
in your aprillian light;
grind my guts into grime
break my bones into brimstones and
let me love you twice
as hard. thrice the hurt.
four times the trouble,
five times the heart
you see, i’m very good at counting.
i’ll even do it for the both of us.
like how it’s been 437 days since saturn tore her knees.
75 days since you were anointed god.
20 after we fell apart and i know
i’m jumping into conclusions again. i know
you never said goodbye. not really,
but what is “see you when i see you” if not a gentle rejection?
you’re very fond of maybes,
that’s how i knew you were god.
so maybe we’ll meet in september,
shades of chartreuse forgotten under our feet.
changes in the weather, changes in the sweater
your touch no longer seduces me like summer
so then maybe,
with bones regrown like eden
i will reach for your temple
and show you how much i love you.
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 6:59 AM UTC
What he wanted to give me now
I didn't want that anymore!!
Why not give it another chance?
Many questions are left unanswered
I have made up my mind and decided to cross the line
But they still want me to simply stay at my crossroads
I have nothing to give or to accept
When it's all over for me then how do I refrain
Before it's too late for anything to protect
I am saving the good moments and moving away
There was too much pain in living alone
Wanting to be with you and your love regrown
But now I don't hold any grudges for more
All that you want to give is not what I want anymore!!
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
rightful stone explode and then be regrown
shock all night then we can play the day a two
as the sun beats down hot upon the pavement
looking at the cooking of cold hearted skins
again and again to be lying on the treetops
be mean be lean be everything the heart endures
live through the Blue and in time it will do
adjust repeat and center their self unto Me
to be a dust of ticking center stage
looking for a thing to keep me occupied
mine eyes look at the land far deep so wide
farthest way home backest way across the hill
across the Universe song and tall i Sing:
Yes forgotten bridge and bowl make two
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 9:27 PM UTC
Buoys up she from the sea I sail
What poetry can’t address
She serves me well.
The sailor’s misery she knows
His journey’s perilous waves
A rope for me she throws
Dragging to shore she saves.
Watches over her caring face
Suffers the navigator what distress
Resuscitating with her sweet breath
The mariner dying from illusive myth!
This way she rebirths me
Down on earth from the high sea
And till is regrown the sailor’s wings
We talk animated of life’s small things.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 8:24 AM UTC
Many nights I was cold.
Many, many nights lies remain untold.
If had the strength of a lion
And the uncertain heart of The Zion-
Then maybe I would crush-
The endless incineration of the rush-
One does take in self-destruct.
When thy rose has been plucked-
I cannot give it vital growth again.
Nor can life be regrown through distrain.
Then look to thine scars, unhealed.
I am no Jezebel, fate to be sealed-
And to be preyed upon by Serpentines
And then be hated by Byzantines.
So, hence, I will not speak the truth
For they know not of the lies of youth.
Let me cry like do the lost ones;
That never escape the sound of the blazing guns.
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC
when you reappear in the sky, my soul is regrown
shoot an arrow straight to my heart, many nights
spent under the stars in this moonlit purple dome
steam runs off our skin, while the heat waves rise
running together in this exhilarating light, over the stones
that cut our feet. I don't miss home. (Who would have known?)
We do not stand alone.
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 2:52 PM UTC
Once upon a time,
we lived in Shangri-log
It was hollow and cozy
and safe from the fog
We built us a kitchen,
out of sticks and stuff
We built benches and shelter
and swept away the duff
We were working on the hill,
early that spring
Away from our log,
when the bear gave a ring
He raided all of our salty snacks,
and even some of our liquor stash!
And all he left was a big bear mess,
and a pile of.. I'll let you guess...
So we learned our lesson, no more storing food
We cleaned up camp and life was good
But we had to return to our toil
Spreading horse ****
amending soil
The next time we returned
to our big round squat
Something was wrong,
but we didn't know what..
We decided not to worry
and we had a party
We were lit up all night
and the sky was starry...
As the sun was coming up,
the time for sleep rolled around
But as we laid down to rest,
we heard a startling sound...
Beep! Beep! Beep! Filled the air!
And a churning of trees!
They were clearing the area,
We needed to flee!
We snatched up some things,
hid the rest in a stump
Our buddy was collapsing
his tent on the run
We got to the commune,
but no sleep would be found...
We all were uneasy about
bulldozers on ground
At the end of the day,
When the workers were gone
We dashed up the hill,
to check on our zone
Our camp was untouched,
Our things were all fine
But the brush had been cleared
all under the power lines...
And since our log was exposed, it was time to go
(I think we can take a hint, dontcha know...)
We cleaned everything up,
Tore everything down
Well almost everything,
Our old bed's still around
The years have gone by,
The brush has regrown..
It's hard not to wish we could live in our old home...
Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 4:21 PM UTC
These bones cannot bring themselves to love just yet. The skin draped across this body has yet to find it’s proper position, constantly shifting as if displaced. My heart is 2 inches too far to the left, and I can hear the scraping of muscle against bone with each step I take. My lungs are far too shriveled and haven’t stretched to their great capacity since my first gulp of air. My body is shrinking within itself and a body that is fading from existence cannot be loved.
I want to be ****** back into place. I want someone’s lips to force my soul back into its deteriorating body. I want his body pressing against mine until our hatred and fear cloud the lines between my body and I am no longer concerned with the space we occupy. I want soft sounds to echo from his mouth again and again and again until I have scientifically proven that my body is a solid form that can elicit emotion from another body. I want to feel his pounding hard, writhing form, panting body under mine until my bones can’t hear the sound of their weakness anymore. I want to be ****** until my heart is ****** back to it’s place, my lungs are stretched past their capacity to the point of pain, my bones are broken and regrown in stronger form, my eyes are torn from the inside of my body and forced to see the blurring lines of the exploding universe, my atoms are pushed closer together until my solid form cannot be denied. I want someone’s body to teach mine that it can be wanted in the most obscene, terrifying ways. Maybe then, I’ll forget that shame and hatred have interwoven themselves through my atoms, forcing me to believe that I am not and will never be whole.
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 5:00 AM UTC
I can perfectly recall
The slight green tint
To your storm blue eyes
There were these perfect
Sun enriched creases
That spread like rays
From the corners of them
Watching me with intensity
Rising heat even in the cold
Closing my own I can still inhale
How you smelled
Sweat and horses
Old leather
Sometimes all your scents
Combined with mine
And I would catch my breath
Gasp with surprise
That no one else noticed
You would touch my cheek softly
Despite
The telling work worn creases
on the backs of your hands
flecked with soft white
Barbed wire scars
Nails regrown after hammer altercations
Stubborn ball-hitches
Renegade gates
Turned to suede
Lifting my face to yours
The velvet caress
Of your high desert lips
I can feel your stubbled chin still
Brush roughly across my shoulder
Shockingly coarse
Leaving the skin tender
Whiskerburnt
You would drive
With soo much weighing
On your mind
In your heart
And in my youth fullness
I would watch you
Worship you
Write love songs and poems
That I folded into origami horses
Saddles
braided into reins
All this time
I remember you
Except..................
I cannot recall
More than the whisper
Of falling clothing
Our own muted sounds
And the dust
set alight
In those summer scorched buildings
Did you say something
Did I
My voice file for you is incomplete
And soo far away from that moment
Here I'm still writing
Poems
Only
The creases are mine now
Folded still
No longer horses
But instead
Into the shapes of our mountains
(JL)
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC
I’ve put this off for a long time
Not knowing what words would come to form
Hoping I could say something new
But it all just feels the same
You let me fall and didn’t catch me
But like a shooting star I’ll gleam bright
Falling hard and burning beautiful
This fire inside will soon be gone
And our love over before the sun
breaches the mountains in the distance.
I’ve been told that I shine
But it feels so lonely and cold
because this dark room is without you
And I have to burn to see how bright I can be
I have to know it’ll be alright
without you
No longer paired but severed at the seams
We fought and tore all hope apart
But you walked away first
Regret never on your lips
The bus rolls away without turning back
But I wait in the cold hoping it will
Knowing it won’t
The comfort of God is on both sides
No one right, no one wrong,
But it had to be that way for you
Perfectly divided and clean cut
So that you could justify the hurt
“You deserve” is a stupid term
“I want” is more acceptable
But it’s not enough to sustain
and apparently neither am I
Fear not, because I have not forgotten
All the times I held you crying
All the times I heard you yelling
All the times you said you’re sorry
And all the times I never believed you.
Don’t worry, cause I know we are different
Just disappointed that differences make divisions
And we are joined by only one thing now.
Jesus stands with both of us you see?
He knows, He loves, and He heals both our hearts
But how should I feel when you only take?
How should I feel when you’re only right,
And I am only left, to tell you,
“This is what I know, and I don’t want to let go.”
With ears far away, carrying my heart in your hands
You forget to let me have it back,
And I search for the day when I can be free of that heart.
Oh Lord make me whole through You alone.
Don’t let these broken sins and forgotten promises
Tear me from your Love.
Words Words, that’s all they feel like.
But in the depths of my soul I cry for God.
I cry for justice and patience,
I cry for humility and grace,
And I cry out for answers.
God will not answer me.
He will show me,
With a new adventure I’ll embarque,
Enjoying the journey, but will happily hurry.
I’ll hurry to leave and gather new millage,
Go up and down the windy trail until slowly.
So painfully.
So eagerly.
I will find new treasures.
I will be regrown, and my heart will sing again
Like a tree after the fire.
Like a flower after the winter.
And you are distant, running with my rotted heart.
Trotting along in a separate direction,
With Jesus on your mind,
And God on your heart,
But only looking for what you need.
A different path, a different way.
Not wrong, just not the same.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 2:18 AM UTC
Crossing beside a gravestone path
as the sky closes in
Foot falls meet with deaf ears
and the clouds open up
Looking over the regrown grass
Where the rain came down
Where I know youd be looking back
In the fog we drown
You never told me
and now its too late
you werent the only victim
why couldnt you wait?
Open to me,
we could both breathe
You breathe through me
please speak wholly!
Open to me!
Please dont fool me!
Don't undo me
You have to speak
Now, speak through me
Open to me!
A path between old headstones
A suffering you didnt know!
If tears furnish the weeds
On the trail growing
Better than the water
from you to me
the path outlined
To your souless tomb
will grow stronger
Please make room!
Open to me,
we could both breathe
You breathe through me
please speak wholly!
Open to me!
Please dont fool me!
Don't undo me
You have to speak
Now, speak through me
Open to me!
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 1:36 PM UTC
It is Day Now
Finally a Moment Free from the cage..
Heavens Wisdom unleashed from constraints of Happiness
A Lovers Pen
Once Held by a Parliament of Ugliness......
Risen Now by the Hands of Freedom
Liberties LIFE Standing... Rainbow Miracle
...........Barnabas, Yours is a Symphony of Eternal Goodness
A Pen and Ink of Sharing,
Time has ReGrown For You
That the World May Be Blessed By LIFES' Sunshine
Love In Peace.
And So It Is.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 6:19 AM UTC