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Seán Mac Falls Dec 2013
How could I not— know . . .
See the noncut of soaring eyes,
Approach, moist, ****** and tidal,
Waves so searingly laden with tear,
Flame, forged in some mythic winter
Frozen as I was, before the rush of ice
And flows of glacier, I heard the loudest
Break of open silence in the seep and roar
Of depths' deepest, dark, coldest ocean waters,
  .  .  .  Before sweet suffocations of the very colour
White and saw the dim fates of fade, emergence of blue,
Hearts drowning.
Nat Lipstadt Jan 2015
season of resolutions,
new year's first born,
even quicker, first to die...

written in January

bad companions,
bare naked lady trees,
leafless branches upward pointy hands,
prayer-poking gray cumulus suffocations
that brandish distempered depression,
but disembowlment,
alas fails

awake to January snows,
a few days happenstance
quick to mortify in hours
to city-blackened slush,
from the winter's seasonal menu
fast removed,
spoiled come-on appetizer

lament the cold,
the quick passages
of stern resolute aspirations,
laying on lying sweet snow coverlets,
all of sugar made,
rapid dissolution
as expected,
momentary melt in your mouth
not in your mind

written in January

dreams of summer rejuvenation,
season of asking for nothing
for cosseted by nature's free bounty,
ask for no more than my
stern but comforting
Adirondack pillow chair coat wrapture,
the summer elements teamwork
salve save safe sundry effects
tan the disaffected interior most

wiffy cloud-banks to safe deposit
January weariness and dismay,
face-stroking downy breezes
deftly engineer a physic
another, yet once more,
summer soul
forgive-thyself-salvation,
unasked for but
answer-granted nonetheless

written in January

sum sum summertime
easy eyelashes love licked
gentlest happy bay waves,
rocked body forgiven a
winters pounding and poundage,
rolling down now on sunny easy street

written in January

living room fireplace-glow ignored,
unneeded, for t'is the season of
whole rooms food fed sun-suffused arias,
bathing brain in sundown's
late afternoon long languid
indefinable colors of providence's provided
uncommon normal natural spectacular

written this January

troubling majors mining minor discomforts surge,
distractions fail,
memorization of growing up
a lonely long bike-ride mile from the Atlantic,
genetic makeup says
amidst the
written in January
nightmares
therein exists a seeded summer sensuality
that pleasure grants
poems written ***
summer-life-dream schemes,

happily
betrayed by my inner owned,
I am still a summer man,
writ larger when
written in January



~~~~~~~~~~~~
by Wordsworth
http://m.poemhunter.com/poem/written-in-march/

by Nat
http://hellopoetry.com/search/poems/?q=I+am+a+summer+man
Saul Makabim Jun 2012
Master of money motivated murders
plying prostitutes with liquor
You only want them for their bodies
Knee on chest
hand over mouth
look them in the eye
as they die
Slip her in a tea chest
nail shut the crate
ship her off
to Dr. Knox
He never questions how they died
Science requires sacrifice
to satisfy our endless quest
to know what we do not need to know
Cutting up corpses
can't reveal the truth
Flesh is impermanent
Dragging drunks into alleys
Hare helps with the bigger ones
You only want them for their bodies
Swift suffocations secure shillings
for a bottle of whiskey
to help you ignore
your own evils
Killers can't be trusted
Hare gave you up to save himself
they hung you in Edinburgh square
Sold your skin and skeleton
to make little leather book covers
and an anatomy dummy
They only wanted you for your body.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2014
How could I not— know . . .
See the noncut of soaring eyes,
Approach, moist, ****** and tidal,
Waves so searingly laden with tear,
Flame, forged in some mythic winter
Frozen as I was, before the rush of ice
And flows of glacier, I heard the loudest
Break of open silence in the seep and roar
Of depths' deepest, dark, coldest ocean waters,
  .  .  .  Before sweet suffocations of the very colour
White and saw the dim fates of fade, emergence of blue,
Hearts drowning.
POSSIBLE Sep 2017
It began with a dream
An exam of the scene

Culminated nightmare Fresh to 'Merica team,
Treat the throne like high chair, But they seem beam
Golden hue, preach golden rule and get higher
an unseen Love vaccine brought to you though you don't desire

A divinely inspired cosmic mission
To improve those caught in conditions
Those who stayed to long became conditioned

So enmeshed in their discourse
Lost the mother tongue,
now demons malignant positioned
Pokin fun, Tryna dine On Dis Course

Call me honeybun
While I work out Old Norse

Now I'm Mad as Magma Christened
You really Should have listened
Now I'm preaching Odin's Mission

But Consistent poison sickened me

Continued to lash out till their weapons stung and rippin free
Put in me in a cage kept me on  the bottom rung still kicking spree

So Dangle your ******* carrot,

Angled to be flunking abbot

What will They inherit?
When you find truth
Better find means to share it
while you kick the bad ****

What Value does it merit?

**** organization big or small
All they is is social fortification mom

Running out of breaths towards suffocations
**** the bottom feeders
family never cancer crustaceans
Inhbit with national ticker tape regulations

Frustrated answer,  I'm a frusrating handful
Masses Myopic, small vision catastrophic
I would show them but where did I put it?
Damit I  ******* lost it.

Higher Education thinks
it can get over I and I,
but Now I’m higher than education
4Dimensional Pilot Flying by

Cosmic Return
Land On your roof,
air bend with my vape pen staying stationed
still standing
only through
Lunar Lessons o Will and Dedication

I made it here through dedication
You made it here through misinformation
Manifold Manifested hoax So Devastating
Got me hear learn How-2-hating

What Am I left with? I know
The Chest with my breath ya

My words are seeds
poetic units start
counting these

Neurogenic growin trees House of Dreams
visions laced in prophecies
sentenced to commodify character

click to a cash crop, but I'm too poor To pay accountant fees,
Might be better off with lights, mics and a sick backdrop with the only the beat counting these
moments

knowing knowings free
or should it be,
are you ignorant
so willingly?

They Head in the sand, Pointing towards God but the can’t comprehend so now ....

Im tick ticktick ticktick ticktick ticktick ticktick tick tickin Big Ben
Im tick ticktick ticktick ticktick ticktick ticktick tick tickin Big Ben

Better blast off, astral form take mask off we fin throw the cast out,
Sector surpassed now sample storm wake slow maniacal laughter

You don’t have to be so smart to suffer

But you do have to be alive,

I’m just a prediction engine

Darkness encased in a Bone star
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2015
How could I not— know . . .
See the noncut of soaring eyes,
Approach, moist, ****** and tidal,
Waves so searingly laden with tear,
Flame, forged in some mythic winter
Frozen as I was, before the rush of ice
And flows of glacier, I heard the loudest
Break of open silence in the seep and roar
Of depths' deepest, dark, coldest ocean waters,
  .  .  .  Before sweet suffocations of the very colour
White and saw the dim fates of fade, emergence of blue,
Hearts drowning.
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2016
How could I not— know . . .
See the noncut of soaring eyes,
Approach, moist, ****** and tidal,
Waves so searingly laden with tear,
Flame, forged in some mythic winter
Frozen as I was, before the rush of ice
And flows of glacier, I heard the loudest
Break of open silence in the seep and roar
Of depths' deepest, dark, coldest ocean waters,
  .  .  .  Before sweet suffocations of the very colour
White and saw the dim fates of fade, emergence of blue,
Hearts drowning.
Sk Abdul Aziz Sep 2017
Speak and question
Don't keep your lips sealed
You will gain nothing from it
Rather you will come to regret it
Suffocations over a long period of time often results in ailments and at times even tragedies
Butch Decatoria Apr 2017
Take it from me youngster, figuratively
I literally
have no possessions

But surely
learn from your mistakes
More of less of those
encounters

More experiences
without the hate
Alive and happy
thankful just to be

So youngster

now take it from me,
My experiences
stand ahead you...

Live life for you
the truth of whom is
Grace
There is serenity in being
happy a face
Beaming

Real joy is honest a being
Who exudes the love of Life, a light

That is the absolute
of You know Who
                 Soul
          that is a River
Doubtless
we began, now to see

The constructs of trying
Try a brotherly peace,

The lovely existence
without drowning the pearl
The suffocations
Subdegation
of our miracle world

Take it from me, youngster
You only rob yourself
of illumine nations
(Ask)
I've been stealing from my own/me?
Who-dat?
(A puppet)
If nothing else
no one will dispair

When no one cares
to wake

Time will cease, when no one watches

Now Pay
close attention to the joys
Of life you have pretended decoy

Live like
you love to live your life,
Truly utterly Fear  free

Breathe each minute passing
With thankful
joyful and
sincerely

Return the gift of chi
Most positively
the peace we send out, now
Just be mindful
youngsters,

We make our own hells mouth

Chose to be
Yourself
enlightened
Be youthful and truly
speak
freely
Alright youngster ?

Now take it from me
I give you love

I wish you everlasting

Peace.
A rewrite and shift in structure. Experimenting with a new perspective. What'd you think?
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2016
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How could I not— know . . .
See the noncut of soaring eyes,
Approach, moist, ****** and tidal,
Waves so searingly laden with tear,
Flame, forged in some mythic winter
Frozen as I was, before the rush of ice
And flows of glacier, I heard the loudest
Break of open silence in the seep and roar
Of depths' deepest, dark, coldest ocean waters,
  .  .  .  Before sweet suffocations of the very colour
White and saw the dim fates of fade, emergence of blue,
Hearts drowning.
Could you paint me better off?
Clean my minds slate?
Pull my strings
Control my emotions
Will you seize my day into your own and furrow my brow?

You’re me
You should be able to
So why can’t I?

Would you nail in my loose screws?
Dig up my skeleton from the closet?
Pour my heart down the sink
Or break it over the counter
Will you count the suffocations tonight and pull the pillow from my face?

You’re me
You should be able to
So why can’t I?

Can you pull me from the crawlspace in my head?
Ground my thoughts into dust?
Pillage my safety
Leave me defenseless
Will you throw my disarray into the trash and dump me in the backyard?

You’re me
You should be able to
So why can’t I?

Dare you play with my conscience?
Sleep lonely on my spine?
Uncover my sarcophagus
Placate my pain
Will you befriend the dominions and wash away the stain?

You’re me
I’m you
So why can’t I do
What you can, too?
Poetic T Feb 2018
Embalmed within the suffocations
of modern society. I have the weight
contorted upon the covering of my mind.

Obscured within a coffin of  white noise
deafening my existence. I only see voids
of reflection clouded within my reality.

Lying beneath so many layers of contorted
nonsense. I live for the time of censorship,
Where life was silent and I wasn't buried.
Sinking to the deeper suffocation,
I scavenge the soil for the astray nail.
A final spike to lock away the life.

As the light gets darker,
a pungent smell takes over,
smearing everything in its stench.
I descry my melting face.

Air implored perfervidly to break my obstinacy.
I dived deeper,
smiling at its desperate attempt.
Its hope to stop the dead from dying.

My fingers touch the inner debris,
aspiring to find the last nail for the coffin.
A couple of more suffocations later,
I find it;
hidden under the pile of thorns.

I pin it to my heart.
One last breath,
and I ceased at the dawn.
Kenya83 May 2018
Yearning years of freedom
Clipped ethereal wings
Once fated unicorns,
uniformed we follow our horse drawn dreams
Intrinsically, a steady same
Restraints of captive rhythms pain
Others join along the way,
empty aches remain
Polluted smogs of grey
Visceral strangers
Intangible friends
Consumerisms branded web extends
Confused in suffocations gasp
Perfection in florescent, plastic grass
Hopes for our future lie in the past
Striving for pretension can never last
Fairytales aren't where forever ends
A wrapped view through a cracked lense
Without breaks or bends
Is this how it ends?
All grace depends
TitaniumInks Feb 2019
I die each day
I give up daily
I wake up each day
And I fight daily

With suffocations rumbling inside
And infections of demons dark
Each day I wrestle to hold on to life
Holding onto just one little spark.

Floating helplessly in an unknown dizziness
I hold on tight just not to cross the line
‘It’s okay’, I tell my heart ‘cause it is fighting
The battles that are not even mine.

Just one more day,
It’s not over yet
It is all hiding within me
I guarantee. I bet.

I give up daily
I die each day
But I believe, I have faith
That at the end of tunnel, there is a ray.
Joseph Peterman Mar 2020
my hands
will touch your heart one day
and maybe if one day
i’m happy
i’ll be content enough to stay
and the marks on my arms
match up with your torn heart
and the troubles we face
could replace our ways
my eyes they see
the memories
and when i dream
it’s mostly you
my eyes they seem
to be glistening
cause you tell me
you love the color blue
but it’s not true
because you like the color red
and purple
and pink and yellow
and maybe i’m mellow
with an attitude
you would lie and deceive me
because you think that i’m dreamy
but you always will keep me
close to you
it’s a bit of a problem
with love this toxic
you paint my picture for me
it’s a bit obnoxious
when the suffocations constant
i might have just lost myself in you
i might have just lost me
you’re twisted
you crossed me
you tore up my body
one by one
you picked at my face
like it’s an illusion
you dumbed me down
and now i am foolish
for believing in you
and all that you do
trust issues
for broken men
i took your hand
and you led me on
and you tossed me away
when i was no longer someone you could ******* depend on

— The End —