"retrievable" poems
Breathe and breathe and breathe for me
I’ll breathe and breathe and breathe for you
This world
This life
The love and happiness
All in your eyes
Breathe and breathe and breathe for the best of things
Breathe and breathe just breathe for me
Read and read and read its right
Think and think keeps me up all night
The words that push and push with every sight
I’m going blind from the thought… alright.
So breathe and breathe and breathe for me
We know I sure as hell cant do it decently
I’ll breathe and breathe and breathe for you
I can’t get enough of this green
Sight all filled with blue
Open my eyes- open to you…
Just another night, no sleep in slight
Bad rhyming ****** me off
But this music is soothing
And I get so inspired thinking of life
Breathing is so hard
Holding me back
To many people around
Only two can share solitude happily
In the best of company
How the cool air rest upon my skin
Delicate and white never known what sun is
Soothing, breath is still missing
From my lungs only retrievable from love…
But that is far, now close enough for now
All there is, is hope
But hope is held in God, if you believe in him
What a lie of course you do
I see it you just need to speak it.
Maybe think about the breathing for once.
Easy to forget when its not a loved one.
Yes I did that and yes I did this.
But I did it cause I obsess just a little bit.
I don’t care just move out of the way,
Please pilot,
I’m done with the west, fly east for me.
I wanna see the stars that you can never see in New York City
I wanna be in the limits of the devils play ground
With you holding one hand
Jesus gripping the next
Who cares if I sound crazy?
Every great artist had their thing
I can admit I’m rambling
With incompatible ridiculousness
But it’s true to say,
I can’t breathe today
When I can never breathe
Can’t breathe until this life grants me with a touch
And the **** tree’s will always be
**** Iowa.
It’s only in between.
Jun 30, 2010
Jun 30, 2010 at 6:50 AM UTC
You sit in silence, on lotus
deeply meditate, in the end
recount the tale of life, simple
for a moment,in a nutshell,
the sky of your mind is clear.
But materials of millions
of light years in our tale
is beyond retrievable limits,
on that no confirmation
is needed, simple logic will
tell you that the life you live
couldn't be an isolated one
every one of the neurons
of your brain, is a star in this
thickly braided, interwoven
universes, that die and take birth.
Before and after simply
must be there, but, as it is
out of bounds for the senses,
limited to a time and space
we are groping in the dark.
So what now, don't you
want to go beyond --
in to the ocean where
human logic can't stand,
and end the intergalactic
expedition with light
and darkness as references.
Break the final barrier
exploring the universe within,
decide to be the light
undiminished for ever;
embrace enlightenment
breaking the golden chain
that ties down, desires.
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 10:40 PM UTC
The fight to keep us together
Is certainly unbelievable
The fights we have
Hurt, like hell but are retrievable
You are affectionate and extroverted
Your full of wonders of joy and your heart felt
But me I was introverted but it's different now
U helped me with stress and pain I've dealt
It makes you sympathetic when you listen to my problems
I know I complain and whine a lot, it's just this love is divergent
When I say I feel ugly you say the opposite you say beautiful
You make me smile and giggle, when I need you sometimes it's urgent
But if we take out our fights and out in good times
Everything seems to align like the stars, just right
To me ur my world and larger then life
You are my BOOBEAR and my hubby, I'll be holding on to this love very tight
I love your smile, it's so cute with ur messed up tooth
Stop calling yourself ugly, you know I don't like when you do it
I think you are the cutest most sexiest man alive
And don't forget it(;
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 11:47 PM UTC
Sometimes I see and feel
a whole poem
in my mind
all at one time
like a painting
a landscape of alluring
colors
and
form
a star-filled ebony sky
a perfectly formed blossom
or a spectacular instant
a burst of lightning
vehement rumbling of thunder
the fleeting glimpse of a rainbow
a moment of inexpressible
joy and love...
a child's delighted laughter
a new mother's glow
white-haired lovers walking
hand-in-hand
but...
I can't seem to take it apart
and name the pieces.
The fragments are dandelion seeds
blown to the wind
once scattered
not retrievable.
But the feeling they present
as they float freely about
is worth letting them go.
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 8:34 PM UTC
It’s retrievable from where?
The center of this chest.
Folded up beneath the bone,
Before it makes a crest.
Awake again, my searching hands
Once numb, now fill with fire.
The need to shape, to form, create
Has formed its own deep pyre.
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 2:05 PM UTC
*Seven years ago, I knew you.
Present day, now I don't.
Gaps in time.
Never retrievable, unbelievable
nearly how much passes by.
But here we are, so transfixed again.
Seven years later, and yet,
it doesn't seem to matter.
Feelings rise back like the sun rises in the east.
Simple, yet meaningful chatter.
We met in our youth,
whimsically and pure.
Two young souls, we lust;
in a splendidly serendipitous summer.
We met again without intention,
without mention of something greater: fate.
Memories of you wash over me, your name resurfaces.
Hypnotized by the pull, you reach out for me.
We truly met in adulthood,
filled with newfound awareness.
Two souls, we fell in love;
laughing about silly arbitrary things
like swiss miss hot chocolate,
bonobos, salad dressing and coated spinach. (I want whip)
Sharing stories of our crazy college days;
Together, getting caught with our clothes off,
to watching love birds in a courting ritual.
Recalling conversations - "what about a mastodon?"
through intense concentration.
Walking along the unsalted deep blue,
I wish we could have stood there forever,
side by side, hand in hand...
We couldn't of course, not pragmatic;
the bitter cold became problematic.
Gusts of frustrating winds, a hail of bullets.
Misty eyes and whirlwind romance.
I reached back too far, arched and overextended.
Agreements altered and amended.
Haunting words of imperfection,
and collection of unretrievable memories.
We met in our youth,
whimsically and pure.
Two souls, we lust;
Seven years, I'll see you later.*
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 11:55 AM UTC
'think what
you want to say
wait, til
you can say it right.'
so-
I
remember the exact wording
half asleep
around midnight
come 6am
more brilliant
in the blur
of something that
is not retrievable.
all the ones I forget
are covered in gold.
then it would seem-
I do my best writing in dreams.
May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 7:19 PM UTC
Hazy crescent,
Fueled in memories
Sunny days,
Beaches we kissed
Streets & hugging
Bottles, hammocks, work over
Nothing left
Irredeemable
Retrievable,
Only through shining down.
Where are your lips now?
Locked with others
As pale light
Remembers both of others
The stocky brown dog
Following my spring
And children still on skates with hockey sticks
Cars will doubtless roll on,
Not slower
As their existence in our life wanes
And if I traveled back
Would I find myself in the same shade,
Looking over?
Surely
He’d relax elsewhere
Silver light watches
In solitary moments,
Nostalgia becomes my character,
I stare at the sky
Then look away
As I did,
Feeling too shy,
As your eyes regarded me
May 23, 2010
May 23, 2010 at 4:33 PM UTC
understand that we both have problems
understand that I've lost it too,
that ability
understand that the ability is retrievable
understand that ability to trust ; principle to lust
trust me
understand that jealousy is a beast that consumes me ; everyday
understand though, that I shall slay it and display it for all to see
for all to understand
trust me
sometimes I don't understand either
but that's okay
because understanding isn't something that comes to you ; we must seek it
so
i dare you to trust me
i dare you to fall into my arms
i dare you to take that leap for i will jump with you
so
understand
understand that whatever happens i will try to understand
try to understand you ; us
try to understand it all
every fault
weakness
crack
corner
weeping night or
moment of ecstacy
everyday i learn
so i ask ; will you be my teacher?
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 5:33 PM UTC
Nationwide Insurance twas on my side yay
cuz, earlier this July forth
two thousand eighteen ja way
windows closed, doors locked, and
car keys visibly splayed
on driver seat oye vay
feel free to call me a horse's *** today
utter anxiety compounded,
plus unable to locate master key,
thence fodder for poem and more to say
rifling thru boxes without success,
an impulse arose to call road
upon learning policy
doth include locksmith service,
ah felt less doggone snappish,
and uttered hoo ray
though modest aye,
congratulated awesome,
fulsome, and handsome
self on quick thinking,
and automatically became less tiresome
pondering for no particular rhyme nor reason
(as a getaway) Panama or Paraguay
then immediate decided,
sans ditto explanation,
but no how and nay
yet honest to dog suddenly felt
like a young lovestruck lad
during month of May
and without further delay
a compulsion arose
to putter along, though
momentarily gazing heavenward
and counting (just beak caws)
glistening black crows
plus painfully aware
a spike in recurrent
"senior" moment of forgetfulness grows,
thus starkly aware significant rustiness
increasingly, frightfully,
and chokingly coats
lix spit tillage harrows
resuming schlepping dishabille
crotchety bedeviled aching
body electric irksome
with fringe benefit (such as
momentary lapse of reason)
quite aware mettlesome
ness of youth nonrefundable,
non-reliable, and non-retrievable,
and guaranteed continued
pricking, viz nettlesome
degenerating aging telomeres,
sensate perspicuity, and oxysomes
leaving a once robust person some
what discombobulated
and easily toilsome.
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 7:39 PM UTC
Déjà vu’s dusk and certain glooms persist,
When I’m drunk,
A foul whiskey
And come closing, with a hand outstretched,
Scouting for safe or surface ,
Any guide or lane away from yearning.
But I do and I want;
I thirst for a tap atop pale palm
And not come my own claw;
But rather the benign I once remembered,
Now “retrievable,” in only dream,
Confined to only dream
It’s when I stub my most remote of toes,
That I realize –
Blood stains white carpets,
I’ve had too much to drink
And have once again forgotten
My way to rejection, ejection and the bathroom.
In desolation conglomerate lethargy
I make my way towards slumber,
Coma’d on my crimson carpet,
Curled into a little ball, afraid like abandoned cats
And lesser the enthusiastic for morning,
Quite the opposite a child and more so the escapist.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
i watch time
slip through my fingers
congealing on the floor
beneath my feet
a mass of viscous matter
unretrievable
unsalvageable
gone forever
passed so quickly
leaving nothing remarkable
on my heart
nor brain
but the unending cycle
of retrievable time
continues
giving me relentless chances
to make things better
to make things good
to become remarkable.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC
The Cost
“5 minutes to write, 5 minutes to edit and 10 more to cease weeping,”
when the inquiry arrives, how long/where from it comes,
gave this answer
more or less the response accurate
more or less the weeping really never ceases
I will return to it again, **** poem
random when, unreasoned why, wherefore
a stumble, a message, months from now, tomorrow,
even decades and I’ll remember the precise circumstances
for each poem has a Cost, that excises a piece of you, a new cut,
freshly salted, an antibiotic of loving may remove the
redness, but not the white line, so what you call a scar, I,
I call it an etched memory preserved
the sum of all These Costs, all these memories,
cumulative, additive, addictive - someone says:
stop being so sensitive, leave the telling to others,
or keep them in plastic bags, dated, retrievable,
in case an antiretroviral antidote is ever needed,
a fresh injection when you think you could even
cease to care
The Cost is always capitalized, for the Cost is called human capital,
the invisible financing that permits our existence till all spent,
when we’ve run out of drawer space, zipper bags,
breaths to be taken away and glass jars to store them,
if the mind says no more! then it will be ok,
for you are all spent
The Cost so great! this a double entendre,
for they are the stuff of me, whatever greatnesses
I ever possessed within them kept and believed,
happily paid for past and present, for the future,
will happily pay for it right now, again and again,
for the Costs are who I am, till, such time that
Costless arrives, eyes closed, nothing left to post,
to recall, no coin to give, my purposed all paid,
as if all paid could ever cause my weeping to cease
Mon May 4
10:48 am
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 3:11 PM UTC
Chicken is what they call me,
Though not 'cause I flee at a fight.
I'm Chicken from birth, it's my family fo'real,
That frees me with my flight.
Though cumbersome my wings may flap,
Not propelling as most birds are able.
I can certainly procure a slap
To the face of the Strong and Stable.
For this Chicken is fed up
Of current state black market affairs.
That's right this States' colour's corrupt.
And **** You if you're thinking 'she's racially unaware'.
I mean black like skin that blood no longer supplies,
I mean brute black like when the river dries,
I mean black like it's the End, when all magic dies.
I don't want to be called a pessimist,
But I truly cannot deny;
The current affairs seen by a realist,
Are a 'Big Issue', Strong and Stable's a clear lie!
Personally, I've never even seen, nor do I seek,
A Strong and Stable Tory.
They're usually over 70, or weak and meek,
Like an embarrassing aristocrat's public school story.
The Tories I've seen
Are mostly on the TV screen
And even then, Strong and Stable's a far shout.
Their best attribute's looking mean
And keeping their skin taught in a tight pout.
To be honest, this Chicken thinks
All that's necessary would be a blimming flap
And they'd be scrambling on all fours for their cuff links,
Just with one feather's single tap.
So they must stop ****** trying to deceive
Those unfortunately circumstantial souls,
Because they're making them thicker as they thieve
All of their lasting retrievable goals!
If you are balanced, indifferently
Or stuck upon the fence,
Listen to the Chickens' squawks carefully:
Read up! It's your world too!
Let's destroy former pretense!
That Politics is an area only for the Privately Schooled
Because the majority of us definitely know now,
They are false Strong and Stable fodder-food.
Who really we should not even allow
A say in the rest of Our futures,
Because they'll take the rest of what's ours
They're programmed-in, suited-booted-Vultures!
**** Vultures!
Chicken's got Powers.
Chicken's gonna remind us of what was
Already Ours!
Weak and Wobbly.
That's the truth of the state of Today,
Funny that isn't what the masked Vultures say.
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC