"sustainment" poems
“Put pressure on it, it needs more pressure”
Holding your wounds shut
That senseless force is what took you away
Pressure- to be... whilst not desiring to be
You saw the clouds moving in greyscale
I saw the hills below scattered in shades of green,
Cavernous, shadowed, cryptic, familiar-
We were advised to go as the crow flies
I cried to a nameless God that your crow’s feet
Were from insurmountable happiness, not the pressures endured
I’ve forgotten much since the storm some-178 weeks ago
Though my body remembers yours over and over again
My skin has yours imprinted, correlated
Forged into one point on the axis between here and there
You the X, I the Y
The Earth crept between the crevices, curling
Through the distance between the Right radius and ulna
Elbows breaking knuckles, blood remains to be spilt
Blood doesn’t connect, if anything it merely separates
Scarecrows don’t help much when the crops won’t grow this year
Ants crawled out of the barrel of a shotgun
Observing the process of cleaning bones after tragedy
Follow the moss to find your way North with no direction-
Sometimes on the other side it’s not greener,
It’s more terrifying than ever before
Terrain untouched, unspoiled, sacred-
Climb up the trees with me, find your quiet
We won’t carve our names but we’ll find our niche
You’ll have quills and I’ll have armor
Not even the thought of stolen arrows,
Lost time through distance,
Or perhaps a slew of chemical imbalances
Can reach us up here
I chose to glue your pieces back together with mud and straw
Taken from the fallen, the loved and now distant memories
You may be an abandoned military base offshore
What was once used by many-
Witnesses life again, life of a different kind
The vegetation will ease its way into the cracks
Constructed when the foundation began to decay
It has a beauty of its own, one of self-sustainment
An everlasting beauty that connects itself
To the surrounding extravagance, often times ignored,
Death isn’t the only way to be forged into nature, remembered
Fear doesn’t always win, nor death do us part so soon
I hope your skin and bones remember before the end
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 1:34 AM UTC
I beseech you my brethren of universal extrapolations – can we please engage in open and articulate *********** without apprehensive projections?
Connection fails whenever intensity prevails, and genuineness bows the knee to supposed sustainment.
Now that we understand that the quest for independence and that freedom is not divorced from pack loyalty; I cross my legs and contemplate yogic restorations of astral attainment whilst sitars command conventionality.
So, let us converse in a manner which is soul to soul. Doesn't that just remind you of baked fish and fruit punch?
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
For fifteen years, I've loved you as "my own";
Denying all that time that you weren't "mine".
If you're not "mine", then what? Are you "on loan"?
No, no, you are a leaf upon my vine.
Mere foliage? No, My Dear, you are so more
Ah..Ah, still green—(Oh how I miss my babe...)
Yet self-sustainment, oozing from each pore,
Serrated wit to match e'en Honest Abe!
My God, My Sprout, how deep your roots have stretched,
So thin, and with such possibility!
Can Life Success and Depth be so far-fetched?
Not with your Scope and Life Agility.
This Day of Love I wish to say to you,
Your Vine is proud, through tears of Love, of You.
Feb 14, 2012
Feb 14, 2012 at 11:50 PM UTC
I can't get enough
You are becoming the air I breathe
The water I drink
The food I eat
My sustainment
But you'll be gone soon
I'll suffocate
Die of thirst
Starve
My oblivion.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
If I gave you the light
Would you guard it
Hold it tight
Would you carry it in the middle of the dark
Hold it to continue the spark
If I gave you the time
Would you waste it
Within your mind
Meaningless thoughts of the day
Wistfully thrown away in the midst of the fray
If I gave you devotion
Would you leave it
For in a vaster ocean
For a quotient of a far greater value
To bask in the light of another hue
If I gave you divine
Would you receive it
Will you eventually find
Actions were purely awkward sustainment
In the path of a broken perfectionist attainment
If I gave you pride
Would you destroy it
All worthiness inside
Resetting in bottles of placid shame
Until remnants of memories can barely be claimed
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
I’ve felt the rhythm of the world,
Pulsating from an unknown source,
Illuminating every facet of existence.
Life and death are Illusions.
They are choices that we make,
As we drift asleep,
In the transitory second,
The twilight in between dreams and reality.
Preservation is unnaturally natural.
Everything will fade,
Everything will die,
Sustainment is useless,
Ignorant of facts, our brains think in Formaldehyde,
Doing anything to hold on to gold dust as it slips through our fingers.
I’ve been caught in this roundabout for as long as I remember,
Assured that the chain would never be broken,
Fearing what we can never know,
Fearing more what I truly understand.
Understanding allows for criticism,
People who hate themselves know themselves too well.
I’ve become so evasive towards touch;
I thought I was made with scissorhands,
Sharp blades, unable to satisfy what phantom limbs cannot feel,
Now I know that it is okay;
I am afraid.
And now I understand why.
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC
In the Moon's pale light
A seductive entanglement
Proceeded only by a dream
A source of sustainment
To a part of my soul
To be without her gaze
Is to be pieces of a whole
Like a candle with no wick
I cannot burn at all
But I am not changed
More a complex design
With memories rearranged
More calibrated in mind
Each night uneventfully passes
Controlling more than moments
Searching for her feeling in the masses
To release me from this torment
So little a distance never traveled
All stalled by the worry of a knot
Waiting for inner emotions to unravel
To enjoy the lightening in the bottle caught...
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
How deep does mind go into physicality.
Where the fall is domino
Generation after generation
Breeding wasteful idiots.
But I see change in the masses
I see change in the minds of those living
The core beliefs of most religions, tends to be a purification of thought
If you can call it that.
If evil doesn't exist
It's more like a refinement of thought.
What's truly neccessary?
And then how does that change things?
How many moments
Till the future,
When you've never heard of time.
And what is it but a way to catagorize memories in a clearer fashion an exact fashion.
And to plan forward.
But was the point of forward thinking when your incapabe of forethought in the first place.
One less ****
One less binge
One less rage
One less thing you don't really need for future sustainment.
And then you step into the light.
More things you actually need, that are actually productive.
Why waste time on dead men's luxuries.
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
A progressive change here
has shown even Aphrodite then
those arms of treachery unleashed
in a throe of ammunition
that rely of sustainment
in event of assignation
when allegiance direly tragic
and security boldly traversed
as Sophocles quotes tally again.
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 3:42 AM UTC