"respires" poems
That which I discovered a Beat Squire
A Potential who I Trust can be Friend
As sincere as the News he respires
Giving you Updates which does make us Bend
Kaibigan, should you show the Numb Male
Which Ingredients we are truly made of
He chose you. That alone should just prevail
And Rice the Staple makes your Friendship oft
I mean this Good Thing. Being at your Best
And Youth such Buddy could ever provide
Live out this Stage well. Far from what the Least
Full-Cupped Elders think they could just Advise.
My Part is done. Decisions are your own
This Future is yours; Make it well-known.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 4:19 AM UTC
A stapel river flows in Hyena
pack,
rivulets of laughing
data.
Twist a turn to deconvolute destituted
band.
From arterial ort to capillary
place
respires a quantal
love.
Quid non quo
flows,
trickling down in plain
flat,
in crevice crag, filling just
enough.
Fresh down to Mexican
border
town, in flooding estuaries, in fanning
delta,
it breezes meta confidence within six
Sigma.
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 8:34 PM UTC
leisure up my friend !
weaken open your shellfish hinge
and wet your beak
it’s a marked holiday break
unmarred by family obligation
there’s freedom
to make the most criminal crown of mistakes
in the name
of some frown of liberal investigation
on the town
an eager squad of collaborators are on board
they have your back
desperate, sick and starving gulls
broadened to explore the deplorable
on and on to the next and the next
death defining task
a meandering stagger of a bar crawl
perpetually powering through
as the day spans a revulsion
the heat stays as the day sinks beneath
in place of the suns rays
the heat radiates
from the baked city concrete
stepping out from the shelter of the bar
the night swelter respires fiercely
not done with our steam of annihilation
what establishment would take our kind ?
city has already bowed over it's plumage
to our ******* pilgrimage
bark melts and peels in strips off the trees
(meat shaved off the strip pole)
our heels spark the pavement
vermin and jackals follow our movement
from shimmering dark spots
and our vision constricts
our aim has become clotted...
...what was it that we reached for ?
oblivions fruit seemed a doable pursuit
it's the usual downhill shambles from here
familiar yet barely remembered
a rambling guff of bad ***** comedy
there is no plucky legend
just an embarrassment
Jun 10, 2023
Jun 10, 2023 at 9:47 PM UTC
*Psychic Trance & ****** Dance,
Emitting Chemical Solace Dipped In Her Capital Romance,
Feral Atmosphere Written In Her Carnal Elegies,
Rapturous Serenades Forming Phantasmal Effigies,
Magnetized Synchronicity & Metamorphized Reciprocity,
Animating Foreplays Dazzling Her Astral Virtuosity,
Phantasmal Lips Illuminating Cherub Faces In Draped Compositions,
Painting Supernatural Visions Forged In Her Vocal Inhibitions,
Prototype Voids & Spiraling Realms,
Religious Frenzies In Her Temporal Screams,
Autumn Sun Reincarnating The Light Of The Spring,
Glass House Perspectives Blooming In Her Prismatic Bling,
Rhapsody Confessions Of Her Divine Obsessions,
Rainbow Skies Dressed In Her Spiritual Progression,
Coral Spells & Synthetic Desires,
Floral Pastels Engineering Her Romantic Fires,
Nightlife Flatlining Through Her Lonely Avenues In LSD High,
A Congenital Sinner She Respires ****** Hues With A Luminescent Sigh!
– 05:13 AM –*
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 7:51 AM UTC
(in life)
who am i to warm a cave of darkness with my lust?
or assume your darkness mine to dissipate?
as if a sacred candle burned behind the windows of my heart
and ****** its light through tip of flame beyond
,above the piercing point to spark our confirmation in a universal eye
invisible, but seen as heat you flail about
and cause to quake the melting, sliding crust i am
you have wandered by to rupture me from my serene espy.
to quarrel with mycenterself i turned into myself i am a fool,
how can a taint intention claim essential gravity to good?
encumbered with a blinding zeal
i almost rage amid to satisfy
irrupt, and only drape with words i barely see defined
to justify the greed
in unknown passions gathered out to sun,
eyes aglint of golden maxims worn
by public distorts, magisters of lies
spilling over paths..the voyeuristic farce of virtuosity and virtue mating there
commodities of ****** pride and shame
that cater to ambition's lurid lure:
massively conjoined our worlds, aswirl
transform the pulsar-vortex at the base of me
from threaten-fount to million-twiching node
it sears the face from all our superficial doubts,
gluts us writhing mercy in oblivion.
...transparency collects an inner soot
as we devour red-tip wicks in wax we puddle with our sport--
the outer glass respires steam into the winter nights
--hot against the skin
in flesh embarking in that window *** at last,
we smudge our bodies over every icy pane
--entwined, concupiscent flames
to blacken out the world we claim as only there for us
.
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 1:57 PM UTC
Everything is alive.
The spirit of life is endowed in every
Material and immaterial existence.
Life is an unstoppable force.
Life is contagious.
Life begets life and propagates
Ad infinitum.
Life is desire itself.
Every thing yearns to be alive
And every thing that is fading
Desperately reaches out for the suckle
Of that elusive, all-encompassing elixir.
Life is transient. It is delicate and strong.
It is a force itself which does not move Time
So much as imbue it with Meaning.
Life is tumultuous, unsteady, and capricious.
It wants to “go” in an atemporal sense.
It occupies the past, present, and future at once
But its movement is linear and certain.
It can splinter and halt.
Life is miraculous.
It implies the incomprehensible Divinity
Of Being. It is Absurd.
Life is defiant, stubborn, and strong-headed.
It can Be when no one is looking and in spite of
The skeptical spectator.
Every thing respires as one. Life is unity.
Life is paradox.
Life is
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 2:55 AM UTC
*When the neurons
process the vocabulary
acquired and integrates
integrity with observations and truisms
there emerges an algorithm
perfect in metre and in rhythm
creating a poetry contrived
When the neurons in tranquility
along with the heart engage
in emotions happy or sad
and reflect on nature with wonder
Or simply ponder
On the complexities of life
Or dreams asleep
Or awake immerses in the divine
There is a genesis from the soul
Of a kernel of truth and joy
designed to touch another soul
Thus is born a poem
that freely respires
ensuring a legacy
that truly inspires*!
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 12:14 AM UTC
Para ti que no crees en mi, te escribo esta carta para pedirte que no me insultes ni me jusgues, puesto que soy una obra mas de tu creador, yo soy el espiritu de luz que te llevara hacia el cuando tu alma se despegue de tu cuerpo y tengas que rendirle cuentas de tu vida....porque yo no soy un ser satanico, tampoco un ser diabolico. Soy un ser que Nuestro Dios Padre.. e cree, yo soy la Niña que te mira, mis brazos que te cargan, mis manos que te consuelan, mis pies que te guian, mi Guadaña que te Defiende, mi aliento alegre que respires, mi mundo en el que vives, mi manto que te cubre y resguardia, todo estolo tengo para ti por que para eso fui creada, solo pideme all infocarme, pero haslo con humildad, haslo con el Corazon y yo estare contigo
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 7:50 AM UTC
Amor mío, el mirarte es un arte.
el amarte es un arte; tu piel, tus curvas
tus definidos pómulos. Cuanto me gustaría ser aire, para que me respires por la eternidad, cuanto me gustaría ser el viento para pasar por tu cara día a día.
Amor mío, eres como el mar, no te miro fin, y no puedo quitar mis ojos de ti. Eres tan inmenso, tan profundo, tan vasto, lleno de tanta vida, te podría ver todo el día.
Amor mío, cuanto me duele que no me quieras, pero llegara, llegara el momento que te darás cuenta que nuestro amor, es por siempre. Somos tal como la Luna y el Sol, tal vez separados, pero con un amor de por medio, sabiendo que su amor hace al mundo girar.
En fin, amor mío, tus ojos son un arte, tu suave piel es un arte, pero tu eres la forma de arte mas bella que jamás haya visto.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 9:02 PM UTC
On a ridge by the ocean, the dragon respires.
Hide rugged as the coastline, against him the eons crash like waves.
Legend enchants the seabreeze, an inbreath to a shimmering trance.
Before the incandescent glow sparks like innocence into a fire.
The crystal-eyed call this Hollywood.
I discovered you there, costumed in flames, as the discharged smoke became your disguise.
Together, we performed as if we were in the dark.
Scorching exhales fogged your glasses and stifled my voice.
They say, “When you are mad, you see nothing”.
All saints watched us in the dark this time.
Camera lenses covered your eyes and captured the revellers.
Tides ****** my mind and erased the crime.
Until they told me that I was on fire.
Misted glasses repelled your kaleidoscopic sublime.
So, from the stake, I rasped for nothing more than an ashen grey.
Orbs burning, in smoke's efflux, blindness grew.
My gilded urn haunted you, gold’s sharp sting.
Fairy-dust spells your name, always sparkling.
Fractured glass and lapsed cinders don’t brand you.
Only your frame in my pillows would do.
Like rogues caught in opulence, we're running.
They say, “When you are mad you see nothing.”
But madness is what you chose to see through.
And you saw blue in eyes I thought were grey
With iridescence glowing from your face.
You tasted darker than the fruits I stole.
And I’m the secret that you won’t betray,
Fused to your body by slumber’s light lace.
See through me, as my words sound in your bones.
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 3:41 PM UTC
*A Magnetic Dream Conceived Of Timeless Perfections,
With Telekinetic Screams & Flawless Imperfections,
Programmed To Transmits Her Prismatic Light,
Inflamed, She Emits An Axiomatic Delight,
Her Lilac Senses Filled With An Eternal Slumber,
With Insomniac Pretenses Sobbing Into A Nocturnal November,
With An Ensnared Avidity & Reunited Blues,
Flared With Frames Of Her Reignited Hues,
Tattered As She Respires Into An Abysmal Disguise,
Her Motionless Shadows Reprise Into A Dismal Surprise,
- 03:57*
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 6:38 PM UTC
No cojas la cuchara con la mano izquierda.
No pongas los codos en la mesa.
Dobla bien la servilleta.
Eso, para empezar.
Extraiga la raíz cuadrada de tres mil trescientos trece.
¿Dónde está Tanganika? ¿Qué año
nació Cervantes?
Le pondré un cero en conducta si habla con su compañero.
Eso, para seguir.
¿Le parece a usted correcto que un ingeniero haga versos?
La cultura es un adorno y el negocio es el negocio.
Si sigues con esa chica te cerraremos las puertas.
Eso, para vivir.
No seas tan loco. Sé educado. Sé correcto.
No bebas. No fumes. No tosas. No respires.
¡Ay, sí, no respirar! Dar el no a todos los nos.
Y descansar: morir.
1.1k
~
steps beyond his stalwart hedge,
white pickets lined with flowery speech;
’cross a boulevard of words,
the shade of tree-lined poetry;
he’s drawn to her celestial sound,
seeks comfort in her sultry voice.
pandora's lounge, her nightly stage,
in every breathy note she sings.
their presence here he’s prearranged,
respires her palette’s offerings;
each tapestry-a-washed crescendo,
her every soulful whispering,
incites his heart to joyous tears;
his ev'ry sense engulfed, aflame,
her afterglow, like sun's refrain;
to hers, two eyes an opening,
his ears to sounds beyond;
the tongue to taste, a bounty waiting,
her touch too sweet, his blood is racing.
spellbound by her bluesy song,
raptured by her fragrant breath;
to her rhythm his heart beats strong,
he's captured in her blue’s caress.
~
*post script.
i make no apologies in the admission that i'm easy prey for a bluesy voice, the feminine variety in particular. add a British / Euro tone and my soul may just melt. Norah’s... i’ve a jones for hers!
~
**Come Away With Me
Norah Jones
Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song
Come away with me on a bus
Come away where they can't tempt us, with their lies
And I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high
So won't you try to come
Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountaintop
Come away with me
And I'll never stop loving you
And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you
To come away with me in the night
Come away with me***
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 2:22 AM UTC
I can't breathe.
This vacuous hole
starved for oxygen
the scavenger of the stars
who found solace
who took up residence
at the center of my chest
sinking its barbed claws
into the warm, moist
flesh pressed against
my ribcage.
His yawning roar reverberates
off the walls of the prison of ribs
screams pregnant with
vitriolic shrapnel to
cut through bone
and vaporize to dust
my hijacked heart
pumping out thick
poison to necrotize
every living cell
who respires to
bring life to my
corporeal form.
How could I have hated
that vessel
who carried me and
nestled my vulnerable
essence in its walls
and surrendered to my will
to be the vehicle of
my humanity?
How could I not worship
the body who
bent itself to my will
and endured the torture
the wild ride to hell
tempting fate?
Now my body is not my own
and the black hole
consumes every piece
making up my
disjointed mosaic
taking my features one by one
until all that remains is a face
that he's sanded to
blank flesh.
Now I am in ruins
and my frescos are
bowing to the regal
procession of time.
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC
Yo estaba acerca del sabor de amistad
Veo el amor para mi voz y mi cuerpo
Pero mi alma duerme con realidad
Espero que me veas -
Espero tu abrazo
Creo que me conoces
Pero te conozco
Cuando respires, respiro
Cuando toso, respires más profundo
Yo sacrificiaría mis pulmones para
tus alientos
Yo sacrificaría mi alma para
ti
Yo he.
Y no me ves
No has nunca.
________________________________________________________________________________________
I was close to the the taste of friendship
I see the love for my voice and body
But my soul sleeps with reality
I hope that you see me
I wait for your embrace
I think that you know me
But I know you
When you breath, I breath
When I choke, you breath deeper
I would sacrifice my lungs for
your breath
I would sacrifice my soul for
you
I have.
And you don't see me
You never have.
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC
I always look
my most beautiful
when I cry;
the bags under my eyes
burn as poignantly
as waning crescents,
lips plump as they quiver
with the same multitudes
of Artemis' bowstring,
chest heave-hoeing
against the tempered
vessel of my soul.
I wear sadness
remarkably well,
you know.
Like black lipstick.
or short hair.
or poetry.
(Cleopatra's got nothing on me, baby)
My reflection tessellates
against the swell of my tears,
evolves into
kaleidoscopic fractals
of smouldering thrones
and howling queens--
into images most
strange and terrible.
(But, oh, how I welcome them.)
A delicate curtsy of words
respires from my mouth,
forms upon my tongue
its homage--
hail thy shattered kingdom
hail thy shattered kingdom
hail thy shattered kingdom.
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 2:52 PM UTC
Les Roses de Saadi by Marceline Desbordes-Valmore
J'ai voulu ce matin te rapporter des roses;
Mais j'en avais tant pris dans mes ceintures closes
Que les noeuds trop serrés n'ont pu les contenir.
Les noeuds ont éclaté. Les roses envolées
Dans le vent, à la mer s'en sont toutes allées.
Elles ont suivi l'eau pour ne plus revenir.
La vague en a paru rouge et comme enflammée.
Ce soir, ma robe encore en est toute embaumée . . .
Respires-en sur moi l'odorant souvenir
The Roses of Saadi by Marceline Desbordes-Valmore
I wanted to bring you roses this morning;
But I had closed so many in my sash
That the knots were too tight to contain
them.
The knots split.
The roses blew away.
All blew off to the sea,
borne by the wind,
Carried to the water, never to return.
The waves looked red as if inflamed.
Tonight, my dress is still perfumed.
Breathe in the fragrant memory.
Eau de parfum: mémoire en bouteille
by Grace Haak
The remembrance reverberates.
I see a silk sash stuffed with splendor
Trinkets collected from a local vendor
Knots tied up as if a form of art
Thorns pressed up against my heart
But for you, I’d pierce my soul.
The recollection resonates.
I feel wind entangle my hair in twists
Matted and messy from soft sea mist
Dripping and damp from a walk too far
Only thought is getting to where you are
But for you, I’d run forever.
The reminiscence resounds.
I smell a sweet scent of rose
The kind that always tickles my nose
Stuck in an overpowering haze
A sickly aroma drags me into a daze
But for you, I’d plant a garden.
Sometimes, when I forget to forget you
I leave the sea with crushed petals
and stained hands.
The blood on my hands
is yours.
I’ll wither and wilt,
wondering why
you left all your flowers
when you said goodbye.
When I knock back my own perfume,
the roses re-echo
he loves me he loves me not he loves me he loves me not
Poor girl. He doesn’t even give you a thought.
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 12:59 AM UTC
J'ai voulu ce matin te rapporter des roses ;
Mais j'en avais tant pris dans mes ceintures closes
Que les nœuds trop serrés n'ont pu les contenir.
Les nœuds ont éclaté. Les roses, envolées
Dans le vent, à la mer s'en sont toutes allées.
Elles ont suivi l'eau pour ne plus revenir ;
La vague en a paru rouge et comme enflammée.
Ce soir, ma robe encore en est tout embaumée...
Respires-en sur moi l'odorant souvenir.
463
Quand tu ris je frissonne et je danse
Je pleure à chaudes larmes, je tournoie
A gorge déployée
Je me désopile.
Quand tu ris c'est Vénus qui me chevauche
Et me vénère !
C'est comme un rire aphrodisiaque
Un rire interdit
Un rire noir qui bouillonne
à petit feu et qui enfle sa pulpe d'ébène
pour accueillir le parfum du musc.
Je me sens alors privilégié
Appelle-moi ton Empereur de Chine
Je suis consommateur captif de ce rire.
Rare
Quand tu ris tu éclates
Tu meurs
Tu ****** sur toi
Tu te plies
Tu te dérides
Tu es hilare !
Quand tu ris
Tous tes jardins secrets
S'enivrent et se font jour
A travers tes lèvres et tes dents
On voit apparaître des elfes et des lutins
Qui frissonnent aux toiles d'araignées
Tendues au fond de ta gorge
Pour que ton rire parte ad libitum
Et finisse en soupir.
Quand tu ris tu respires
Mieux tu inspires
Et quand ton rire expire
C'est pour renaître bientôt
Comme une chute du Zambèze
Dont on ne connait pas la source
Quand tu ris c'est le signal,
Muse vénérée,
Alors je me marre
Je m'amarre à tes eaux pour m'asperger de toi
Et me contaminer de ton fou rire vénérien.
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 6:56 AM UTC
C'était vide,
le néant.
Ce qui m'entourait était le spleen.
Je me trouvais au milieu de l'océan.
On me murmurait :
"Respire"
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 2:33 PM UTC
estoy completamente perdido en el añoramiento que te tengo
te veo y encuentro cosas hermosas que envidio
te escucho y mis oídos bailan una danza de felicidad y comodidad aguda,
pues no hay mejor sonido que el de la seguridad plena
siento la atracción efímera y la lujuria inconstante solo con recordarte
la manera patética y fantástica en la que tus ojos y tu sonrisa iluminan todo por lo que son observados
la grandeza entera del universo está condensada en ti y es injusto para los planetas y las estrellas
eres el motor de la vida,
las abejas recogen el pollen soñando con la posibilidad de que seas tu la que consuma su miel
y los árboles compiten por ver quién dura más tiempo vivo,
solo por que aún existe la posibilidad de que respires el oxígeno que ellos producen
realmente devastador es,
poder tener el privilegio inmenso de compartir un romance foráneo contigo, y no poder tenerte cuando el sol se vuelve en luna
hay momentos en los que no deseo nada más
y de todas formas mi cobardía no me permite escapar de la seguridad aburrida y gris de mi estado actual
mi sueño es que algún día coincidamos en nuestros deseos
que llegue el: o grandioso momento anhelado y esperado en el que la mescolanza amarga y la inseguridad lamentable se conviertan en
decisión ambiciosa y confianza violenta
para que por fin podamos adorar al otro como merecemos ser adorados
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 6:30 PM UTC
For your response, fellow writers on H.P.,
To my
Attempts
At painting
With
Words
Which
I know are, to me,
Inadequate.
Why? Well, like, Socrates , hailed as a wise man, told you all
HE new nothing.
I
Know
There is more
I can do to get it right. BUT ,Right, in accordance to what and who?
The
RIght/Write
Is YOU!...And, acknowledging The CREATOR and CHRIST.
I
Have faults amany,
Like
Everyone...
I
Am like YOU
But are ME
Struggling
Like
CHRIST
Trying to be nice
Preventing a Nuclear Holocaust
To say
Simply
I
LOve
You
From the bottom of MY heart.
I
Can go on forever with my rant (while pulsating one should!)
There
Is so much more I want to express
And
Will
If GOD respires.
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC
In the night your feelings weigh you down
Thoughts scream a banshees wail
Heart pulsing like a rabbit now
Can't console or calm down
Suffocating in myself
Aura dyed itself pale.
Falling down can be a sail
But the boat dips down don't fool yourself
The rush in your ears makes it hard to hear
The worry from ones to which you hold yourself dear
Descending to hell while you feel yourself sear.
I cuddle infernos so to the heat I feel near
I muddle my mind so fog can seem clear
I settle for nothing while the world is set on fire
I bottle my ire while the breath of death respires.
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 8:01 PM UTC