"spirally" poems
One day, you’ll fall deeply and irrevocably in love
with the nape of the neck and the lobe of the ear
you’ll want to nibble just above the edge of the jaw
and run your fingers through the tousled spirally hair,
but the slight quiver of curved lips will halt you in thoughts
as the darting pupils furtively flutter behind closed eyelids
searching for a break of dawn in the shadows of a room
where dust hangs heavily then settles in unsuspecting lungs
making the rise and fall of the chest raspy and laborious,
making nostrils flare up to make room for something less heavy
something more familiar, more light and less lugubrious,
something like a touch on the curve of the neck just below
the edge of the jaw and a whisper of something gentle
that nibbles on the ear as erring fingers run through spirally hair,
sending waves of shivers that make curved lips quiver and
darting pupils flutter enough to one day break open closed eyelids
where you’ll fall deeply and irrevocably in love.
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 2:26 PM UTC
*
I gape at YOU
with my mouth closed
I walk on a moon
without a space suit
I run bare feet
on the volcanic fire
I fly into your skies -
even without wings
Despite YOU eluding me
with your glances
I am drooling all my LOVE
like your Rasputin dog
YOU know I do not even
want to stop melting myself
My black and white eyes reflects
Only YOUR rainbows in them
The moment I feel YOU within me
My eyes pop out and gaze at your beauty
My rustic veins within roars torrentZ
Spirally like a tornado / twister
My Blood pressure breaks
All the BP monitor limits
Ah... those eyes -
YOU are blessed with
Ah... What a face -
The All-Mighty has crafted
Oh.. My GOD
YOUR physical beauty -
Peacocks are ashamed to come out
And walk in front of you
When you are around
Knowing your **** wit and wisdom
I search for Einstein and Socrates
Who may be hiding under your skin
How stunning YOU are in totality
That is what works like a MAGICAL spell
On my poor love-lack-skeletal being
Through your existence
NATURE - All Mighty orchestrating
The biggest festival of LOVE ever seen
Did anyone tell you that
YOU are Leonardo's
Sculpture of Venus and
Painting of Mona Lisa
YOU feel so gentle,
Tender and soft in touch
YOU grace this earth to demystify
The concept of REAL TRUE
Natural earthy BEAUTY
Who will not adorn YOU
As an apple of their eyes..
No wonder Adam - EVE
Ate an apple of LOVE...
Mirroring -
Let I be your Adam
Let me be your Eve
Take away everything of mine
But keep me within
YOUR protective vault
Locker of a SOUL
*
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 1:34 AM UTC
I.
They say,
Those who won't learn
the spirally past
are doomed to walk
its re-coiling paths
again, and I can't
argue with precedent.
I can point out,
my present and future
doubts, kneeling
down with guttersnipe
gifts and a candle
lit up to appease
history's stalking ghost.
What I really want
is to ***** it.
II.
They say,
This world's gotta date
marked expiry
and it's all set to go
sour with a big bang
or a small bust
out from the fridge
of twenty-twelve's
wintry chilling.
Lately, there have been
jumbo packs of weirdness
spilling onto
every last shelf,
but things got strange
long before the Mayans
began tying knots.
III.
They say,
you can take the brutish
and dress them up
natty, extolling
their hirsute
vices in basso
profundo voices
till we all queue
back to ****** them.
I've heard the jingle,
but I'm drawn instead
to wisdoms spoken
by officials
not officially
allowed to speak.
Their off-the-record's nice
and scratchy.
Apr 26, 2010
Apr 26, 2010 at 4:31 PM UTC
In the infinite zero gravity of nothingness
comes a symmetrical cylindrical formation
alpha and omega baptised
circumferences spirally downwards
into abyss
breaching cataclysms of illusion
reducing giants into mirages of magical
creatures harvesting the mind
and all its hallucinations of depth and dreams.
Once in a while the outer skin
is breached and broken
and the telescope seeks inward resilience
as the topsy turvy weightless objects
roll and tumble
in precise formations
cascading through tunnels
of energetic figurines
appearing and disappearing
seamlessly into reality and out of it.
So it is with us
creatures trapped
in prisms of dimensional space
unable to comprehend
metaphysical existence within a sphere
of a simple lifespan.
we move from point to point
mere dots of insipid reason
ruled by simplicity.
Author Notes
The binary digits are just 1 and 0. Zero is nothing and 1 complements it and gives it value. All of the digital world revolves around this mathematical understanding. Without the 1 or the 0 the entire world becomes a useless unexplained theory ( or so I think).
The matrix revolves around this simple theorem. There is a nothingness and there is a 1 or an I ! Within this context , all of the action takes place. You cannot have just the I because you have to have the 0 to make sense of reality.
I see this as a philosophical spiritual understanding of existence and compare this equation of Everything/Nothing, On/Off, This/That, Alpha/Omega,Beginning/Ending as different understanding of the basic theory of existence.
My poem plays on the the infallibility of the 1 and the 0 together. Metaphorized as a spiralling staircase descending into nothingness it goes up and down at the same time in a perpetuating cyclical, cylindrical form. Infinity does the same thing.
We are all 1s ( I's) and the 0 or O completes us a 10.
We are the Matrix.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 4:09 PM UTC
Its a deep type of dark.
Pitch black on the edges
and darker
somewhat spirally and almost
almost stroboscopically grows
darker as it quickens
into the middle.
It's a slow type of dark.
So slow it seems to be motionless
as though movement forms before and after it.
It's a quiet type of dark.
So quiet it seems to hum in the ear.
So quiet it could be termed
dark silence?
So silent it scares.
As though there is a whisper
not heard through the ears
but felt
in the heart.
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC
I don't know if you'll ever see this
I mean my letter to you
This may not be the best way
But let it find the best place in your heart
For it's sharper than two edged sword
A scripture you might say
Yet deepr than you might think
Don't ask if it's the Holy book
This is my letter to you
Certainly not my first letter
Treat this as the best I've scribbled
This is not to remand you
Or to appeal your conscience
It's to remind you
And to prep you
Of the better days ahead
In this letter,
I want to remind you
That there mightl be days
That you may fail
A day you might fall
It happens to everyone
Even the best of them
They were once frail
Be inspired by the Wright brothers
Who advanced aero technology
Think about Thomas Edison
Who invented the light bulb
It all revolved around this inspiration
That there is only one thing
Which makes dreams impossible
When you doubt it's possible
Yes! that makes dreams a no-win
Fear! Yes that's the detour
The fear of failure
You may encounter many defeats
But you won't be defeated
Put on the full armour of defense
That is your best attitude
It will elevate you to the highest altitude
It is your attitude
More than your aptitude
That will determine your altitude
To crown it all,
Always strive to be better
Not better than your fellow
Instead, a better version of you
No matter how small it may look
It still makes a positive impact
In your life and spirally
To the people around You
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC
Brain today was discouraged and tired and bouncing back and forth from things like a ping pong ball and really stuck a little bit in ancient Egypt but mostly trying to draw spirally flowers but the dots wouldn't work right and all focused on how lungs didn't burn like that when I ran a week ago and really didn't want to talk to anyone that was going to respond because brain did not want to hear other peoples' opinions. Brain wants to get better and remember things but that didn't happen.
But that description is lengthy and deep and metaphorical and easily summarized with "pft."
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 5:18 PM UTC
Their teeth caressed skin like dust flew Around the room. Simultaneously spirally, unidentifiable and so quiet. His eyes never saw.
Their claws tore him open and his skin shed without blood and his bones were armour and out came wings. The wolves caressed the wings with their tails they were so warm so pure they did want him to leave .
He painted the wolves white and they were so beautiful they scurried in the woods killing everything and everyone who trespassed ( their mentality).
Their hinds took them over miles of land, such bare land everything was the same ; under the cliff there was water and they bathed until they drowned . They found wings and emerged from the water. They were no longer white the water washed them gritty washed them plain. He rode them home and they slept, under the moon which howled louder than the wolves ever had. We never woke up from this trip we are sleeping dead still until we find ourselves until the moon leaves sight until the wind never blows our fur again.
He woke up inhumane his skin was grey his eyes were stricken in the middle and he no longer knew his last lie. His pack lay dead around him as he cried for his sacrifice. He was soon leave and he left them sparingly behind he never thought of them again. Though they raised him he was not them. His selfish glistened in the sun and his isolation blew upon the trees and to this he bathed needlessly. He raised himself reborn alone, deafened .
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 9:47 AM UTC
I'm scared.
I want to jump head first.
But would you jump,
If you knew it would hurt
When you hit the ground?
When I'm with you ,
It feels like I'm flying
In the clouds.
But soon blue skies turn dark,
My eyes close
And I'm spirally towards the ground.
I want this , us , so much,
But how can I start something
That I know will end badly?
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 8:08 PM UTC