"spacial" poems
Galaxy gardener sailing a ship,
through endless horizons it makes a trip.
She/he looks into the inky canvas blend,
then scatters some seeds in the spacial rend.
What does await this brave lovely soul,
when we see the universe's gears roll.
Ionizing radiation penetrates through,
while watering can always holds true.
Space turf gingerly shovelled over seeds,
her/his forehead adorned with water beads.
Nitrogenous nutrients now nuzzled into,
the serene slumbering seedlings to be.
Galaxy gardener greets growing greens,
lively lushscious leaves forward leans.
Wormhole worn star systems she/he fixes up,
as does she/he proudly prune her/his wondrous crop.
Many a plant has grown under her/his care,
yet she/he never feasts on the fruits they bear.
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 1:49 AM UTC
moment to moment
we are the sum total of
our chemicals
we think of ourselves
we think of others
as an average of our
time and spacial synergy
an anatomical amalgam
a biological brine
frankensteins with
personalities, commonalities and
unique agendas
sprinkled with neuroses that
range from microscopic to
catastrophic, whether
chemical reaction or
hyperbolic extraction
you can choose to
canonize or demonize
as long as you can
recognize
the flesh and the blood
versus the fantasized
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 1:46 AM UTC
The Wall Walker
and smooth talker
he, being a ticked off ****** with a knife,
is mostly mole faced
but with an incredible grasp on spacial relations
mysterious mister stalking the barfly's and time flys
endangering a species just for ***** and giggles
the great google hooligans pace rapidly
back and
frothy beer
drowned down by the river kawaii
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 9:36 AM UTC
it is just enough,
too many in depth lessons.
pain always asks for something,
fear has run out of options,
joy wears light dresses
loneliness refuses dinner,
despair sits at a crossroad.
these are just contours of events
obliterating "the vital impetus"
as in a probabilistic game
or in the second law of thermodynamics
blissful equilibrium is just a special retreat
some form of inner spacial homogeneity
this is just a moment
before dinner is served
on a peaceful evening
by a lake
catching the last rays
of the singing sun
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
why keep people in prison
for their whole life wasting away
when they could be going through
mandatory flight training
for a one-way trip to deep space
who wouldn't want to do that?
people would commit felonies
just to be chosen; & everyone
would understand: like, why did
he **** his whole family? -
he wanted to go into space; oh..
no volunteers will be accepted:
[I've been trying to get into solitary
for years, but they won't let me;
seems u can't just walk up to a cop & say,
I'd like to go to jail please; doesn't work;
u might get into the nut house,
which is okay for bed rest, narcotics & casual ***
but if u want to relax & just read,
it's annoyingly rigid;
solitary confinement would be more spiritual;
isolation, darkness, light, self, emptiness;
living inside a stone cube, just meditating;
day in day out night after night of pure consciousness -
one-way space travel would certainly build character;
if u want to live;
& not self-destruct;
the longer u're out there
the more advanced earth technology becomes
until one day when u're so far out
u can't see the Milky Way, a Space Agent arrives
to check up on u & bring much desired supplies;
"What's **** look like now?"
"What?"
"How much time has passed on earth?"
Temporal equation: the mechanical man speaking
in computer code replies: translating light
into quanta, distorting time so the curious prisoner
can see in virtual 3D artificial reality; so much time
elapsed he can't understand a thing; language purely
visual, people silent;
moving & not moving
but drifting in & out, coming
& going; transient shadows
indistinguishable from the
advertising background;
back in the comfort of cramped life-support,
wide electronic-data screen
windows, mechanical man implants
the virtual reality device all creatures
have now; download completely liberating
the body from mind functioning in its own
sphere; ****** functions taken over by
nanocurcuitry imparting semblance
of spacial autonomy, electrified zombies;
as one after another pulls his plug.
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
so is my front porch for your burnt cigarettes,
remnants of sunday nights and heart to hearts
and moments of desperate uncertainty. every
inhale brings another reason to react, to question
and comment and bicker and fester in all the lost
insecurities that you ponder. when tomorrow comes,
and next week, you will still be smoking the royals
in my car, the turks invading your lungs in some fiery
defiance of reality. i will continue bearing the teas
and the coffees and the insensitivities that crush us
continually, and then build it all up again so i can promise
you that it will all be alright. because in the end,
nothing is the same and nothing is real. while everything
is expanding and disappearing into the distant horizon
of spacial expectations, we are building walls to capture
everything we hope to be, to touch the remaining fragments
of what we strive to never become.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 1:40 PM UTC
Word.
Listening intently,
Echoes on replay,
Listening intently.
Word.Word.
Hearing
Less and less sense,
With each reverberation
As it fades into violent silence.
Violence,
They're all words.
Word.Birds.
Spacial relations,
Mental taxations,
Connecting dots,
Listening intently.
I hear fear on the broken tears,
Splashing at your feet.
I hear sadness in your eyes.
Word.
.droW
I'm surprised,
Backwards compatible future,
Forward functioning fables,
Genius played dumb
And waited tables,
Trying patience
And listening intently.
Word.
Aug 18, 2010
Aug 18, 2010 at 4:13 AM UTC
I cannot give what I do not have.
I had it once.
I was created/born with it (I think).
I lost it, first time diagnosed,
Most recent when insane,
Do NOT lose trust in your own mind,
I cannot give what I do not have.....
My own mind.........
Doubt asks multiple questions,
I have zero percent answers now,
I know once it gets to less than zero
The negative space will have won.....
And I will have changed.......
But without your current positive space
Within negative space I cannot
Continue with you.
......here we are and I am friends
With
Doubt.......
I face everyone everyday.......
(lots of dots - no negative signs except for this break previously)
Face with Doubt - acceptance, reluctance, no choice - ance :-)
I Learn to question every thought and re-question the motivation behind,
Behind (no mistake) the thought (but my mind slows, I know)
If motivation is OK/acceptable (i.e. non harming - i injured/destroyed insects on the steps to my current housing - I tried avoidance but without guarantee - drink helps ease this guilt also)
Then if the thought will not result in negative spacial harm ( I have no way of quantify-ing this until after the fact but it helps future decision making - (when I can remember :-( )
but again i lack future projection skills - anyone who reads this with whom I have never physically interacted with - how am I (i) supposed to know the difference/change - too many ****ing strange coincedences in my life have helped my current world environment view - but I digress - maybe i should end this :-) - night night (in Eire) and no more beer :-) listening to 'nice' (personal intrepretation) music now - stop typin....... )
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC
I felt the sudden change in the air
As icy breath clung I was made aware
Outside my window the shadows fell
But it was too early for night to tell
Still it was cold and dark I know
Then came that knock upon the door
"Thomas , whom I come looking for
Won't you open up for evermore ?"
I shook with fear , for all the years
Suddenly I was filled with tears
I had always made my covered bed
And in absolution I held my head
Still you have no earthy clue
When comes that knock upon the wood
"Thomas , oh Thomas , if you would
Unbolt the lock now if you could."
I stood in silence , made not a sound
But by the shadow upon the ground
I knew he waited so patiently
Waiting ! Waiting , there for me
"Come Thomas , the seconds few
You cannot avoid what's in store for you
Do not bother looking for the key
For I have kept it safely here with me ."
I said I was not afraid of Death
That I would not bend in my final breath
Then I remembered my father's passing
How the stillness became so everlasting
And I knew I was no more special
That life is certainly full and spacial
So I opened up the door
"I am Thomas , the Thomas of whom you do implore ."
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC
Appended streams exhume the dreams that surface in conscious guide,
As photon beams augment the seams transmitters must abide.
The quantum strings of knotted ties,
Entangling's of worlds collide,
A vortex of spiraled rings,
In scattered sets convergent glide,
The convex spacial vacuuming's, synaptic points electrified,
A hex, insatiable, stochastically adjoins frequencies over-amplified, as complex oracle valuations weight choices to decide.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 7:19 AM UTC
listening to spacial music
notes resonating with wind chimes tinkling quarter tones
tranquility filling my space with wanton serenity
visual sounds of cascading crystalline streams
birds trilling their innocence in the air
willow trees swishing soft breezes
scents of fresh cut dewy grass
with misted sparkling drops
from morning’s fog
aromas of lilac
sweet jasmine co-mingling
enrapturing my breath
cocktail of exotic gases
at day’s end
evening welcoming
the distant crescent moon
stars dancing in complete synergy
lighting the sky while stilling the night
thundering with complete calm.~~lorilynn
copyright*lorilynn 2010
Oct 17, 2010
Oct 17, 2010 at 10:49 AM UTC
«Loving you will be like loving flowers
which will brings joy to my life,
and lots of delight your like a candle I could just sit and watch you all night so just take a seat and make a move cause its time for you and I to spill the truth
even thought my mind & body is always thinking about you……»-from + morning till night
I'm always dreaming of your kiss's & goodnights passionately my soul craves for you even more when I get excited just by expressing myself to you unique ways but mainly most of the time I feel like I'm close to you just about everyday»
I love hearing your voice even though your not from Texas your so sweet
Wow!"
I cant wait to taste your sweet love
And hold your hands while I stare into your eyes while the pouring rain comes down
from day one, or day two I'll always care about you like a scent from a sweet rose and don't ever forget that»
Your someone spacial that I can bond with
Don't you worry you forever got me for ever
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 1:36 AM UTC
love what about love ? many people in the world try to find the real love thing every day ,and maybe they will waste the time by searching about something that not exist, my grandmother tell me once that the love is Margie but in the same time my grand father tell me that love is Patience and
sincerity , i agree with them and love doesn't change by time love still love what ever time change and people change . Who among us has not feel the love once maybe in the childhood we feel our heart beats by up-normal way and in the moment when we grow up we felt like we are running after Mirage .. i tell you my story about love but in the begging I want to tell you a little secret about love, love drives all our feelings of happiness and laughter sadness, anger, jealousy, longing and cry and regret and loss and emptiness and loneliness ،،And all that we grow up everything changed our ideas about true love. what ever lets get in the story ،،There was a boy at the age of 18 years old and it was calculated that he knows what love and has sufficient experience. which was very lucky because it is the first time enter into a relationship and found love, the girl was aged 17 years،and it was very beautiful in her laugh her words her character. and in his eyes she was so perfect .At first he was very happy and thank God for what he gave him because she was angel ،The relationship lasted for 3 years and they was talk to each other all the day long ، shearing something spacial،،They were dreaming a lot and they didn't know that the Destiny was hiding for them something very bad,,Although they can not live without each other Did not know that they will someday remember this love and passing in front of each other as if they were strangers As if that love was in another life،، to be contained ..
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 8:21 PM UTC
i reach out, fingers stretched and aching;
across galaxies, my bones are breaking.
i spill my spacial despair into the cosmos,
and pour my tears into Andromeda, and think "almost."
my binary star, a galaxy gushes past my lips.
when i reach you, i will know that our love has eclipsed.
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC
Deep within the spacial abyss that is my brain
There lies a little blue planet called “Paul”.
Hidden away from most of reality
This world is full of wondrous dreams.
Its drifting continents are full of sporting arenas,
Traditional pubs and inns
And swarms of gorgeous women.
Lofty mountains overlook sandy beaches
Fringed by sun kissed palms.
Endless vistas of hill and dale
Teeming with Life.
There is a Dark Side too:
I have my “Mordor” for sure
And my own Sauron.
Who doesn’t?
Lands full of man eating wasps
Fearful ghouls and witches
And torture chambers
Full of dental equipment.
Giant eyes
And Mirrors
Which take on a life
Of their own.
But let’s focus on the Brightness here:
The music and poetry
And even dance
And romance!
A place where we can “Get Around”
To Beach Boys harmonies,
Rock to Chuck Berry
And enjoy whatever delights Carlsberg can conjure up,
If not a pint of “Willy’s Beer”
From Cleethorpes.
Paul Butters
© PB 10\5\2018.
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 12:39 PM UTC
It all moves out of view
This spacial slideshow of curious imagery
If you know the place, the images cast nostalgia, a padded sense of familiarity and recollections
dragged out of dusty boxes
If you don't know the place, the images leave an odd awkward sense of speculation,
the stories taken for granted behind other irises that leave you pondering
If the driver doesn't want music, the mind types itself out, fingers picking through the paperwork
The hum gains its repetitive dulling thud, and you have two friends
Sleep or boredom
They both ****
If the driver wants music, boredom still looms in the air, hanging from
the rafters from coils made of dust
But the potential for the pretty little day dream to drop across your lap is something to be admired
Here's where you learn whether you respect your driver's taste
And whether your man enough to say anything about it
And so you are polite, whether you like the music or not
The world outside still takes your eye between the small talk
Billions upon billions of cells joining in sweet matramony so many times over its a wonder so brilliant
that it would break the mind
Joining to form that house. Oh it's gone.
Your mind fills with your life
Two parts goals, work, study, ambitions
One part relationships, lovers, friends, fueds
A dash of media intermission, those things you saw that were cool
All stirred for 3 hours with a touch of day dream sauce
Wait until the journey ends and you can forget all about it
Mar 11, 2010
Mar 11, 2010 at 3:30 PM UTC
Static enough to wane,
my iotas oscillate out
as the last
eye
shuts to dusk.
Dew through a pellucid mind
collected in what was my body's basin;
This whispering pool
contriving my new face.
Where countenance radiates concentrically
Up, up into the Ibis' spacial noise
coalescing Tefnut's will and mine
to ecstasy
as rain.
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 8:03 PM UTC
HEART BEAT TO MY SOUL
Sitting there in that all to familiar chair ,sounds all around but not a cheer I could hear
Facing the beginning of that not new feeling ,slumping downward but frozen from reaching outward
Mind in place so far no disgrace,settling in for the unknown to begin, slowly trickling down to an invisible lower tier
Pressures pressing, muscles stretching ,becoming faceless ,unknown to be strong or become a coward
Clenching quickly becoming entrenched warm glow resting as the mind becomes more lucid but without fear
Losing faces or places of all we held dear ,measurement and scales off kilter ,emotions floundered
Clouds forming spaces receding now unable to give that final greeting,simple breathing creating it's own atmosphere
Auras completing their cycles, mindless focus going spacial ,blossoming then building will this be stronger longer than others previously encountered
Drawn deeply into the lair has again left our soul bare ,we are left to hold our own as we drift into that thousand yard stare. R.C.
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 12:12 PM UTC
Deep in the shines
Of cobalt blinding suns,
A cold traveler is bound, lost,
With only pointed starry night
As print to slow circumnavigations
Of her ****** heavens, visions scope,
Cardinal points are ever reaching
Towards ancient regions of nether,
Pharohs deltas, negations and delight.
Twin stars searing, burning, burst—
And in the exploding nebulas of iris,
Celestial oceans of aquas rise, cries—
Eternal blue laid of cerulean skies
Outreach and reel, lot vacuums vast
To outer lands, riding stars chariot,
With such spacial years of light,
Only in eyes of her.
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 2:26 PM UTC
born again from beams of light
that pulse in tantric gestures.
humbled by the cosmic faces
we curious, spacial creatures
dancing to indifferent drums
that dawn in new reality
drifting from one place to space
we yearn for new abilities.
speaking in the tounges of stars,
conversing with our energy
forever planted firm and strong
no where in this vicinity.
a little rough around the edges
we burn we crawl we strive
towards the constant feeling of
a universal life.
we are
children of the sun
Aug 14, 2011
Aug 14, 2011 at 12:33 AM UTC
Super imposed onto my retina
what array of images nest there
nonchalance and passion
spacial awareness and communication
other places
ethereal.
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
Finding one's way in life
is a spacial impossibility...
"it" is already there, waiting
to come out.
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 10:57 AM UTC
Deep in the shines
Of cobalt blinding suns,
A cold traveler is bound, lost,
With only pointed starry night
As print to slow circumnavigations
Of her ****** heavens, visions scope,
Cardinal points are ever reaching
Towards ancient regions of nether,
Pharohs deltas, negations and delight.
Twin stars searing, burning, burst—
And in the exploding nebulas of iris,
Celestial oceans of aquas rise, cries—
Eternal blue laid of cerulean skies
Outreach and reel, lot vacuums vast
To outer lands, riding stars chariot,
With such spacial years of light,
Only in eyes of her.
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 7:16 PM UTC
That baby in
the crib's a bald-headed
yogin...bundled and concept less.
Freer than spacial fatigue--till bound
by bond, driven mad by the
solidified partition of the world,
weeping for words.
A carousel of canaries become
a yellow equator, to the baby's
Raphealesque head-disc.
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 5:49 PM UTC
Silence spoke the loudest today
Rendering another 1000 miles between our destined destination
Loosely leaping for compliments
Falling into black holes who are still angry they exist
Empty rattled anything in nothing
Leaving shattered constellations in unknown galaxies
Gravity will not bring this closer
Swimming in a sea of going no where fast
Finding lost satellites
Projecting incorrect displays of what it means to be forgotten
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 8:17 PM UTC