"seamless" poems
And it is braided with silk, but woven of plastic-
-materialistic; corrugated ridges on burnt iron legs.
But to the streets of suburban deforestation,
Her influential deciphering - infatuated - purged
Of seamless equations and reincarnated followers,
Abides by the diamond-bleach, the sultry circuits,
Poised in the foetal position for the last - yet first -
Time.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 5:59 PM UTC
A duality of elan vital, two people
Spectres of emotion
Intertwined by a fuselage of bruised skin & tendon
Tissues become orbital, gushing towards grafts
Helixes of snot, **** and lymph
Boy & girl
As they embrace the animating principle and eachother, they fuse
A one piece tapestry adorned seamless with no hem, beginning or end
Always was, always is
Patiently turning to liquid as their being unzips
Lying figures of runny makeup and genetic *****
Quintessence, a texture of synaptic potential
Corpus Callosum
An entirety of self, lost in imbued disintegration
Theory of mind, looped & bound
I will water the thought
Roots envisaged in dystopian amygdala
Piercing data packets with a frost-like intensity
Forgetting our obsolescence moments ago
A neuron dipped in nylon
Theta waves and the non-euclidean crux of dissociation
Ghosts in the machine, your macro god
The sympathies of fractional distillation
Digitised/assimilated unto the nanosphere
Cold hands and brass backs galvanised in oscillated tears
Commodified, sold out and bought
Stretching, from purple, white and black
slowly losing its colour, amorphous in shape
brushed across a smudge, ambiguously chromatic
Monetised flesh god
An eternity bathed in starlight
Cutting an incision in the sky to allow entropy
Divided dimensions of energy
Fleeting and intangible
No longer a delirium of seperation
All semantics become light
As a rusted vehicle passes overhead
And all the worlds questions fade out of existence
Flutters of red tape and foregone growth of practice
Sinew flayed, integrated towards information
Our minds shared
In circuits and resistors
Photons and electrons
We radiate
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 10:49 AM UTC
shove your fingers down your throat
- he's gone now honey, you don't need the liquor
it's grown too common to watch the ***** pour from your mouth
and collapse laughing on the bathroom floor
forged in blood and ***** you're a new god as you must be
must believe keep believing remembering
you are the daughter of the woman formed of hate turned in -
who found more love than she dreamed she deserved
nearly died to bear the life she longed for
of the woman who would not fail or cease
scraped through a new world to claw out the life she needed
daughter of the witch stole away
seamless
made of glass and so, sharper, more dangerous when broken
your blood will not drain or cease to flow
even as you will your heart to stop.
Your lungs find ways to expand beyond the
breadth of your ribs
blood and *****
bruises and windows and Ledges and Knives
- these were your becoming
lie on the tiles weeping and laughing
for nothing beautiful was ever borne without blood
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC
I know exactly how your lips will feel
The moment before they brush mine
Yet your kisses never fail
To take my breath away
I know exactly the path your fingers will trace
Along my cheek to the back of my neck
Yet your touch never fails
To electrocute my skin
I know exactly the look in your eyes
Before you lean your face towards mine
Yet your gaze never fails
To paralyze me
We are an oxymoron
Inexplicable
But we are also puzzle pieces
Perfectly seamless
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC
Look, and it can't be seen.
Listen, and it can't be heard.
Reach, and it can't be grasped.
Above, it isn't bright.
Below, it isn't dark.
Seamless, unnamable,
it returns to the realm of nothing.
Form that includes all forms,
image without an image,
subtle, beyond all conception.
Approach it and there is no beginning;
follow it and there is no end.
You can't know it, but you can be it,
at ease in your own life.
Just realize where you come from:
this is the essence of wisdom.
___
"Lao Tzu is believed to have been a Chinese philosopher (a person who seeks to answer questions about humans and their place in the universe) and the accepted author of the Tao Te Ching, the main text of Taoist thought. He is considered the father of Chinese Taoism (a philosophy that advocates living a simple life).
Read more: Lao Tzu Biography - life, name, death, school, book, old, information, born, time http://www.notablebiographies.com/Ki-Lo/Lao-Tzu.html
Nov 5, 2010
Nov 5, 2010 at 11:53 AM UTC
I am a master seamstress
I sew on a grin every day
You can never see my seams
Careful little stitchings
All across the surface
At the end of the day
I cut every little string
I let my sewn smile fall weak
I could smile without it
But it wouldn't be true
Because my cute little smile
Is merely a façade
The real me hides behind seams
She sews to be a survivor
The little seamstress I become
I am a master seamstress
I sew thoughts onto papers
The ink could never bleed through
My strong tight stitchings
Gliding across the blank paper
At the edge of the sheet
I find myself stopping
My stitches want to unravel
I have to let them out
Because they look so caged
So I exterminate my thoughts
They never come back to visit
I set them free for a reason
And it was for them to survive
This little seamstress has a heart
I am a master seamstress
I turn colors into thoughts
The thoughts I turn to material
The material I turn to beauty
The beauty I turn to stitches
The stitches heal broken hearts
My work is so well known
But then they go and leave
I do my part and they are pleased
I stitch their hearts up
They cut some stitchings
Right off my patched heart
The little strings I use
On my seamless tiny grin fray
The seamstress I was works no wonders
I am a master seamstress
I sew the strings onto the puppets
They act a lot like I do
So I admire their tough hearts
They are controlled by another
Little hands lift them up
And make them walk through life
They have their grins plastered on
Just like my seamless little smile
They prance and fly among us
But we never seem to notice them
It's like they are invisible
Falling upon deaf eyes
But I keep them alive
Because a seamstress always saves
I am a master seamstress
I sew what some call impossible
I prove them wrong with one stitch
Still they see right through me
I sewed myself invisibly
Don't let them see the real me
Don't let them know the seamstress
I've sewed their eyes to know
Not to look upon me
As I fix as I repair
They think of me as a fairy
Patching up their cuts
I'm just a small little figure
They never really see
That's just the way a seamstress likes
I am a master seamstress
I sew my wings of thread
Wear them proudly like a trophy
Every stitch is always perfect
They fly up off the wings
They soar when I fly up high
Drooping when I try to walk
My wings are seamless grins
They pretend to be when I'm not
Just like the little grin of everyday
Fly away all you little seams
All the little frayed strings
Gather up in all my stitchings
They look upon the air with care
But the seamstress can't fly away anymore
I am a master seamstress
Sewing up what cannot be fixed by man
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 2:35 PM UTC
My walls are big n strong
Like that of Babylon
None can do me wrong
As I stay on my toes and strive on
The walls seem seamless
But it's all for a reason
So I'll let you in on a little secret
The pain hid the door
And the gate won't open
Till I'm reassured that I'm not letting in a Trojan horse
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
I feel inspired.
Inspired to write about the man in line who I do not know, but I do know.
Friends, strangers, & self.
So well acquainted as a seamless stich.
I smile.
Hand touches arm.
The endearing laugh of an unfamiliar sound, but I hear you so well.
Faces around turned and gauged in.
Gravitation pull, loneliness lost in the open.
Closed by the proximity of our spaces colliding.
Today, a stranger saved me at the sound of hello.
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 4:50 PM UTC
I cannot see a path before me,
Nothing but a pestilant haze.
Bathing all resistance,
Hiding hope from my lonely eyes.
You the focus that holds me steady,
I fabricate a story that makes you love me.
Without you there is no reason,
To hang on parched in this dryest of seasons.
Dreaming up the missing mornings,
Filling in the longed for nights,
Your face and voice the origin of my delight.
Every morning alone heart strings tight.
I beg for my own salvation,
Set me free from this beautiful imagination.
Tell me to leave you and no longer love you.
So free and heartbroken,
Drifting like feathers over a seamless ocean.
Jul 30, 2011
Jul 30, 2011 at 3:43 PM UTC
409
They dropped like Flakes—
They dropped like Stars—
Like Petals from a Rose—
When suddenly across the June
A wind with fingers—goes—
They perished in the Seamless Grass—
No eye could find the place—
But God can summon every face
Of his Repealless—List.
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The sky, black as the eyes that stare at it.
Star-studded and as seamless as new programming.
I look down, the streets molested by fluorescent splotches --
red ribbons of memory evaporate from the lights of motorcycles,
gurgling by.
A homeless, pregnant woman, in a bar, once told me,
"Forgiveness is letting a prisoner free, then finding out that you were the prisoner."
The sunset looks like an explosion of emotions
no one understands, yet.
The smudges on her lips
look like the bruises of an orphan apple.
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 11:37 PM UTC
Today
anybody is the right body,
taut and lean,
exploiting youth.
Flesh is flesh on flesh,
smooth and seamless.
Making love is not love;
purely a fabrication that lures in
any susceptible soul
with salty, passionate promises.
Bodies fall victim to bodies,
deluded by ecstasy
over and over
and over again.
Though they may release a double negative
at some point in time,
lips never lie.
Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 1:56 AM UTC
What day it is
what place is this
Answer is there
I can see
but cannot see
the book is open
unreadable
the seamless
more I know less
up to the point
I know what I want
till nothing to
wait for
the sour feeling
keeps coming
driving slow
not missing sun's glow
it is bright
like always
beating on its own
the little heart
from its start
many branches
of the root
all stretches
out
to find a better place
participating in
every race
further apart
from where I had started
no closer to the end
it is no better than
if I just stop
midstep
it is not money
not for this journey
all I do
is do it more
candle is melting
all the wax
how can I reform
myself
The structure
all that matters
is that it stands
no fall, no toll
it is not as simple
to make the life boat sail
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 12:46 PM UTC
in imperfect creases on fabric of time
like colours jostling about in a kaleidoscope
and in eyes of seamless auroras
we all long to be freely blooming dandelions
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC
the ocean
it’s calling me.
its sweet longing,
tugs at the echoes of the beach.
the water is the greatest illusion,
seemingly blue and seamless,
it washes up,
clear as crystal.
the water stretches for miles
like millions of diamonds
floating on the transparent linen
blurred by the glint of the sun.
sailboats glide past
creating the only dents
in the flawless sheet of foam
haunting the blue ink.
swish
my eyes close
and i lean back
and i let the arms of the waves
catch me
the tides pull me down
until my head is no longer above the surface
and i do not struggle
but say my farewell to the sunlight.
swish
the sounds are fading
and my vision is receding
i try not to fight
and i let my body lie limp
the world will never know i am gone.
the sky will never spill a tear.
insignificant
insignificant
when you hear the echoes of the ocean
or see the million diamonds lined up along the shore
i hope you think of me
and i hope you know,
i am free
swish
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 11:41 AM UTC
I'm made of cobwebs, shaded grays,
echos faded by the murky streetlight;
Festive blobs signal the holidays -
and ricochet off me into the night.
.
A thick, dull fog 'tween me and them,
a brick wall no one can see;
seamless weights in my hem,
and dust inside what used to be me.
.
And then there's you, a year away,
wasted tears, and prayers null;
an end thought for each void day,
a whisper-scratch in my old hull.
.
The words avoid me, skittish things,
like birds that flutter fragile wings;
the right ones are only fledglings,
too young for new beginnings.
.
And I wish that I could care for cold,
worn out flat 'tween mortar and pestle,
a forlorn growth ring in a tree of old,
trapped inside a rotting vessel.
.
.
Dec 17, 2024
Dec 17, 2024 at 12:54 PM UTC
On this inclement day,
Night sheathes light.
Seamless transitions,
Wake my dreams.
It's neither nor now.
Just one moment before.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 6:15 PM UTC
The cold grey clasp of Sunday
Skies blocked by an eternal ****** of crows
Fingers engrossed upon the neck
Asphyxiate existence from seamless seams
Decant the ocean obscene
Where once we were gone in a reverie
...Now only Monday is a day away
Waiting like a shadowed adversary
We obstruct our eyes
And wish the days away
Apr 24, 2011
Apr 24, 2011 at 9:12 AM UTC
She moved like water
Grace as it is in every curve
Boundless beauty laced in movement
Infinite flow compressed by subtlety
Her dance as seamless as wind
Perfection carved in every step
Flares of passionate glory fills her skin
Never rigid in her creativity
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 3:07 AM UTC
i'm not sure
who planted this seed
inside all of our heads
whispering quietly
_”stop feeling so much"_
who made the assumption
that feelings = weakness?
because those two terms
have never been seamless
to dip into your depths
with no feelings oppressed
takes the kind of courage
most fear cant be fed
weakness evolves
from putting all of
your energy into
building up
the walls
that block
the flow of life
that was meant
_to move you_
further into the
depths of the you
you didn’t know
you never knew
to feel
and i mean,
to really _feeeel_
every ounce of this
human experience
comes with a bravery
that most resist
it breaks you apart
shakes you down
uprooting all
that’s been
to guide you
from within
to let this life
overcome you
with whatever
emotions
it may,
while being
proud of it too?
now, _that_
is strength
that is the
_weakness
pouring
out of
you_
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 1:34 AM UTC
Its an addiction...
When you relish every word
And see beauty in written lines,
Seeing them romance each other
While everyone see paragraphs.
Its an addiction...
When you idolize pens like brush
And adore papers like canvas,
When you see things in 4D
In a three dimensional world!
Its an addiction...
When you see colorful shades of gray
While everyone sees blacks and whites,
When you see words come alive
And embark on every poetic voyage.
Its an addiction...
When everything is beautiful
Be it tragic, happy or vague,
As long it's expressed in words
In a seamless, caressing way!
Its an addiction...
When you peek into Hellopoetry
When you know you should be working,
When you see poetry in everything
And must hurry to write and share.
It's an addiction...
When you read these lines of mine
And proceed to click ♥
Yes! I am deeply addicted!
And no! I do not need a shrink!
© Raphael Uzor
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 10:50 AM UTC
I wouldn't tease yet please strings
attached to feelings knits; fitted kit
Threaded girt; my seamless fill...
Legal my pedals; Tender my renders
In blossoming bloom I oath my feels
You blow my blue to life's true & truth
Its more than one Virgo's cream; sweets
Just wanna hold you till the sun is blue
Its all about a Virgo's creamy dream
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 9:36 AM UTC
Stitched into this sac of skin at birth.
That fused to your bones
Fabricating a narcotic seamless facade
We pluck at the seams, with crude claws.
Laboring to unravel the lace seams
In vain
Whirling, flickering, suffocating nausea aimed at
Misuse of our pronouns of
Our echoing repulsive abnormal figure.
Funding a doctor to shed our skin.
Mutilating skin and bone to perfection.
For self-acceptance.
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 6:58 PM UTC