"spellbinds" poems
My Lucifer, unwitting Muse, dog-eared Vonnegut,
afrobeatnik third eye, howls escaping
from your headphones, wailing about secrets, about infidelity,
about analyzing life until there ain’t nothin’
left. Then you shuffle by in your black and white Adidas,
hair in twists, wearing the striped sweater
of nihilistic intent, quoting the rants of Holden Caulfield
in your blog like you never didn’t know him.
I never asked to know you, to want who I can’t have
when I can’t even love myself. And every fiber
Of my being yearns for reciprocation. What is there
to return? What is there to feel, you meditate on truth,
fallen angel in the parlor of rebellion, blasphemous goodbye,
bright and morning star simpering like crickets in the palms
of daybreak. Your musicality radiates from subway chatter
and overheard profanity down El Camino Real.
I take in your ballad at my post office mailbox,
in the abandoned echoes of daydream monologues.
You’re a philosopher, exploring theory of mind, a cartographer,
mapping the labyrinth of your deepest desires.
Tell me again about desires, demonstrations of divine sadism. Tell me
about human empathy, the animated faces of wordless expression,
the metaphysics of free will, my beginning and my end,
alpha and omega, my fortress in the land of chic.
Blasphemous hustler, let your idealism simmer, your wit, your mojo,
I come to you an amateur, a neophyte, a lowly scab
in the strike against ignorance. Give me my melody, my song,
my one-hit-wonder of all that is cliché and unknown.
But I can’t be the other woman, your girlfriend, your aspiring
Playboy bunny only 10-bucks-a-throw. Your highness-who-yells-
his-ideas-into-the-ears-of-echoes, your every quirk spellbinds me.
Each day I wake to your entourage vibrato.
I am held captive by your brooding stare, empress of liberal
doves. You visit in my dreams when the sky is a force of darkness
viewing light through peepholes, your flaws an aphrodisiac, a love drug,
a fast hit in the basement from the ecstasy of words.
Aug 1, 2012
Aug 1, 2012 at 5:37 AM UTC
let's skip lunch & get this over with
a little dance of a growing flower
one at a time, bland & ignorant
girls tiptoeing, girls daydreaming
the corridor gives us chills
white, green, white, green
for fear spellbinds, we resist
will this be enough?
we never broke the walls
we found the door & it was open
w i d e. rather wide, so *"off we
go"*? where? where?
the fountain behind the library
* *was beautiful, sister
sure, it was
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 2:35 PM UTC
My heart aches
Yearning, burning
To find beauty in the mundane
To find meaning in the stirring of the strings
The secrets that hide behind the
Swell of the harmony
Why do our souls
Cling so desperately
To the mountainous musings of the melody
Riding over the hills
Of a despairing land.
The horns scream out the
Pain of the peasants
While the clarinets take up
The whispers of the voiceless
And the flutes cry with the motherless child
But all of that quiets as the black notes sail away
The strings adopt the voice of the man pleading to his star crossed love
To run away
And the woodwinds soon join the chase
Of this dreamy eyed couple from that ****** place
Music moves
It soars it sinks
It carries and spellbinds the wandering soul.
It promises a divine love that will heal
Music is truthful
It tells us that there is something bigger than us
How else could these vibrations
Rip our souls apart and just as quickly sew them back
Every soaring note carrying our dreams to the one that formed us
No other medium could as purely
Convey the true beauty
Of Gods unfailing love for humanity
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
but she'll crack a joke and it'll fry in the pan
yoke running suntans like we're not burnt
plan like we weren't drowning in tick marks
learnt that those sparks don't set us alight
snarks sizzle and kite our cheap cameras up
fight or flight, cock-ups stroll us over to both
makeup's made of oaths and expired lippies
and
growth was just memories we'd left behind
cities were left unsigned and roosters hum
spellbinds bit off crumbs of our holidays
sums done sideways with scrambled minds
haze of upturned blinds flip us sunny-side
rinds of orange chide us but our hats are gone
stride down, we egg on, sandals beg mercy
but
crayons colour sprees in glasses-off views
degrees weren't those corkscrew rollercoasters
drive-thru karaoke, poster bed fairy lights dim
toasters retorted, skim reading as shoes kick dust
limbs stiff, favour a cuss but don't do big talk
buses see less than walks, distance is a job
toolbox couldn't fix this throb.
so
maybe if we hadn't lit the fuse twice
it might not have fireworked so quick
but i'm glad we rolled that dice
getting summered was a cement
to those heat-blown bricks.
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 10:48 AM UTC
I’ve tasted your tears
Drank from you soul
Swam through the years
Of your woman hole
I’ve spoken to your skin
Named your body Yin
This is beyond thee original sin.
Come, take my hand
We’ll run away and expand
raise a child with the wolves
Steal this body of land
build a home out of this tree
Fill it with poetry and books
Exist in complete anarchy
We’ll be the towns rooks
Scream through the evening deserts
And summon the shooting stars.
Make love with the fire
Leave my body with scars.
Breathe in the wild
Let it run through our blood
Entertained like a child
Who romps in the mud
We shall live as starving artists
Yet enriched and wealthy from our great minds
Pray to the sun and bless the water
Keep the mountains young with our spellbinds
Bleed ink from our mouths of sonnets and runes
Kiss the dawn and bring her death
giving birth to Aquarian silver moons
-Arizona
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 8:38 AM UTC
Love blinds
Unwinds
Spellbinds
Love fails
Prevails
Unveils
Love distresses
Undresses
Possesses
Loves tries
Flies
Dies
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 9:15 PM UTC
Time spins circles of recurrences
I'm never sure if it's the past or present
The effect you have on me,
Cares nothing for time
It is immune
No defences to wear away
There were never any built
You seep into my consciousness
And surround me with your frequencies
The reverberation of your soul enlivens me
Your energy spellbinds me
Memory and fantasy merge
You words quaver through my senses
Your love keeps me warm
Wish you were never here
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 1:18 PM UTC
Please paint the walls of this empty room
That I have built up just for you
Plaster these halls with that bright sky blue
That I see each time my eyes rest on you
Splatter the walls with that light pastel pink
That I see you breathe out each time you speak
Drown them with that somber maroon
That fills my head when you leave the room
And douse it in the deep dark rouge
That spellbinds me when you say "I love you"
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
He is my infinite heavenly universe
An ardent sparkling treasure
That spellbinds my entireness
That refreshes me with his boundless bright smile
In the mighty, rising, and towering sunshine
I find warm exalted solace in his long, macho arms
My ****** hypnotic, and rock-solid heart-throb
My fierce superior showstopper
I utterly love his boldness, dopeness, and showiness
How he has me bound by his beguilingness
Slowly slipping away from the realm of reality
Into the galaxy of his majesty
Listen to his strong, baritone voice
How I rejoice in all his wondrously
Impressive and poetical majesticness
With profound and appealing charm
So suave, enthralling, and remarkably knowledgeable
So badass and splashy as ****
I wanna caress his full flawless beard
Rub his broad tattooed pecs
Kiss his magnificent, manly-looking shoulders
Treasure him from the top of his head
To the soles of his feet
Taste every passionate incomparable word he speaks
Bewitched by the delicious richness
And slickness of his glistening and thrilling masculinity
When I take him into my innermost
Regions of my existence, stoke my homosexualness
Unleash his intense, relentless heat
Break open my mind, body, and soul
Make me so hopped up and shell-shocked
As he taunts my architecture
Enchant my inner woman
Let me be the only one that manliness craves
Teach me how to please thee
Show me the way into his **** *** sound system
Take into the hottest mind-boggling stages of ecstasy
Stare into the mirror of my queer world
Deflower me, devour me, drown me
In his unrivaled enticing delightsomeness
Draw me into his bright shining enchantment
My gayness suspended in his web of vivid fervent sensualness
I greatly adore his crisp, moist sweetness
Find deep meaning in his chemistry
Delve into the radical chapters
Of his magical page-turning attractiveness
My untouchable succulent drug
He has me so turnt up
Feening for one more hit
Of his desirable high-powered ****
Apr 11, 2023
Apr 11, 2023 at 3:57 PM UTC
Forgetting
is harder
than remembering
the past has secret powers
and spellbinds you
it makes you
a captive
and demands attention:
surely you can't forget this?
in the far horizon
of your mind
dim and fuzzy at first
then the images
coalesce into visible forms
they stare right in your face
and you become
the past tense
none
indeed nothing
is stronger than the past
'I have forgotten the past'
who says that?
isn't that person
telling a lie?
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC