"swelters" poems
Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight?
Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows,
Drooping tongues from jaws that slob their relish,
Baring teeth that leer like skulls' teeth wicked?
Stroke on stroke of pain, - but what slow panic,
Gouged these chasms round their fretted sockets?
Ever from their hair and through their hands' palms
Misery swelters. Surely we have perished
Sleeping, and walk hell; but who these hellish?
- These are men whose minds the Dead have ravished.
Memory fingers in their hair of murders,
Multitudinous murders they once witnessed.
Wading sloughs of flesh these helpless wander,
Treading blood from lings that had loved laughter.
Always they must see these things and hear them,
Batter of guns and shatter of flying muscles,
Carnage incomparable, and human squander
Rucked too thick for these men's extrication.
Therefore still their eyeballs shrink tormented
Back into their brains, because on their sense
Sunlight seems a blood-smear; night comes blood-black;
Dawn breaks open like a wound that bleeds afresh.
- Thus their heads wear this hilarious, hideous,
Awful falseness of set-smiling corpses.
- Thus their hands are plucking at each other;
Picking at the rope-knouts of their scourging;
Snatching after us who smote them, brother,
Pawing us who dealt them war and madness.
2.2k
the air swelters
as i remain static
and my chest
has become the shoreline
where the sea of your breast
heaves in and out
in a vicious tide
your impulsive moans
are the roar of waves
as they crash against me
but your rage lulls
into a sensual surf
the fluid undulations
let us fully appreciate
the carnal curves
of protruding skin
the untouched stones
smoothened on my strand
and the floor of your ocean
yet you pacify even further
before your waters still
and rest calmly
in steady breaths
on my elated sands
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 6:00 AM UTC
Junk sickness unearths this
Deep-rooted, oozing desperation.
Slack jaws,
Eyes
Bouncing in the back of your skull.
Tear through the paper flesh,
Scraping for a vein
Needing of
Molestation,
Mutilation,
Shredded from that constant need,
That whining itch,
To feel nothing
And everything all at once.
Praying for the earth to melt
Around the bare bones
Of the walking dead.
I am
But an observer
Stuffed in the back seat
While needles clog,
Blood surges,
Rage stirs.
I am
Just a spectator
To their universe coming to a
Creeping
Dull thud,
As they dream of better days that will
Surely come.
I am
Not sure
If it's possible to dig yourself
Back up
From the depths of a self-made grace.
I am
Not sure
If there is life after dope.
Lust swelters,
The shot is done,
We drive on.
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
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We stalked and ran with endless time,
Knee deep in rains of muck, grew lost
In tails of the always new, overreached
By trammeled spots, dotting, red wings
From black birds, knobby toads, garter
Snakes that shocked, marigold swamp
And we bolted above ruddy moccasins,
As ever wet, holey, dying for new days,
Gleaming in the swelters of the horse-
Fly sun, in the giants' grasses, we were
Heroes by the falls of light, glow, dusky
Bold, joys travail and dewy eyes echoed
With sprite flashes by the flies that fired.
And all our conquests— writ in the wind.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC
*summer heat like a rifles barrel,
swelters through me, i see her with wandering eyes,
shots fired,
oh im alive!
pulse quickens in an agonizing heart beat,
shes two steps too close, arms around my neck like satin
and smelling of rose...
the world.. stops
the clock ticks, it tocks. lips lock
I measure time in the burgundy red marks on my neck...
one hour...two hours three hours four..
how in gods name did i end up on the floor?
cheeky smiles wripple through ghostly sheets reverberating into giggles expelled through the air around me
I swear im in heaven....no,just my bedroom floor,
but ive not had enough!, i climb up the bed sheets
challenging as the steepest mountain.. colapsing upon the summit,
flag in hand
the curves of her hip...pouts can be heard...solved with loving kiss...moments of bliss turned sour to sweet...*
L.G
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 9:49 PM UTC
As we reach the peak of summer
And the index swelters
Our skin wet
Dripping in sweat
We curse the sun
And pray for the night
We long for the days
Overcast and grey
When the trees pallor
And their leaves scatter
The satisfying
Crunch
Crunch
Crunch
And walks through the park
Sidewalks mimic the sunset light
Suddenly our lives are painted
Orange, yellow, red
I'll mutter
"I'd like to see autumn in New York some day
Evening coffee with you in a café"
Pedestrians strolling by
New jackets in polyester, cotton, and wool
Darker denim and
Show off the boots
In the summer months
In the southern states we long for
We pray for
We wait for
A breezy chill
And time to ****
With the ones we love
As night falls
And the stars rise
The air is stained with smoke
Fires are stoked
The fireplace tokes
Take my July
Give me October
Summer is plain
Autumn is for lovers
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
We stalked and ran with endless time,
Knee deep in rains of muck, grew lost
In tails of the always new, overreached
By trammeled spots, dotting, red wings
From black birds, knobby toads, garter
Snakes that shocked, marigold swamp
And we bolted above ruddy moccasins,
As ever wet, holey, dying for new days,
Gleaming in the swelters of the horse-
Fly sun, in the giants' grasses, we were
Heroes by the falls of light, glow, dusky
Bold, joys travail and dewy eyes echoed
With sprite flashes by the flies that fired.
And all our conquests— writ in the wind.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 8:37 PM UTC
( Sonnet )
We stalked and ran with endless time,
Knee deep in rains of muck, grew lost
In tails of the always new, overreached
By trammeled spots, dotting, red wings
From black birds, knobby toads, garter
Snakes that shocked, marigold swamp
And we bolted above ruddy moccasins,
As ever wet, holey, dying for new days,
Gleaming in the swelters of the horse-
Fly sun, in the giants' grasses, we were
Heroes by the falls of light, glow, dusky
Bold, joys travail and dewy eyes echoed
With sprite flashes by the flies that fired.
And all our conquests— writ in the wind.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
We stalked and ran with endless time,
Knee deep in rains of muck, grew lost
In tails of the always new, overreached
By trammeled spots, dotting, red wings
From black birds, knobby toads, garter
Snakes that shocked, marigold swamp
And we bolted above ruddy moccasins,
As ever wet, holey, dying for new days,
Gleaming in the swelters of the horse-
Fly sun, in the giants' grasses, we were
Heroes by the falls of light, glow, dusky
Bold, joys travail and dewy eyes echoed
With sprite flashes by the flies that fired.
And all our conquests— writ in the wind.
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
As the sun swelters,
I wear the sky with clouds
to keep me light and breezy.
Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 1:53 PM UTC
(sonnet)
We stalked and ran with endless time,
Knee deep in rains of muck, grew lost
In tails of the always new, overreached
By trammeled spots, dotting, red wings
From black birds, knobby toads, garter
Snakes that shocked, marigold swamp
And we bolted above ruddy moccasins,
As ever wet, holey, dying for new days,
Gleaming in the swelters of the horse-
Fly sun, in the giants' grasses, we were
Heroes by the falls of light, glow, dusky
Bold, joys travail and dewy eyes echoed
With sprite flashes by the flies that fired.
And all our conquests— writ in the wind.
.
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 1:59 PM UTC
Short circuits in my brain strain my mind to keep me alive
Music that flows through daily skipping, less meaning is derived
Less meaning derived, anxiety comes alive
Face to face with reality with no place to hide
No place to hide since music is the shelter
I want to hide away but my community swelters
If you're integrated, then you soon become needed
So that you can have an excuse to keep out of the deep end
The barrier that separates the best from the sad
Is a melody driven by emotion and cultural fads
It's a fine line with a really strong cadence
That I march to, resulting in a semblance of patience
I wade through the water, and it's crystal clear
As I go in deeper, less people are near
When it's up to my neck, that's when I hear my songs
Lovers of music would even say I'm using it wrong
When I hear the songs, they make me turn around
No, you're not alone, yeah, we're all that down
Hypnotizing music forces me out of the deep end
Heading back to community, trying to make amends
In the water, expectations regulate what you see
Like it says on the schedule, this is where I should be
When I look in your eyes, you look at me the same
We both signed up, but are we pawns of the game?
Either way it's secure, swimming with all the fish
But opening up my mind causes aquatic drift
So how can I feel while staying on the inside?
Is it easier to just be blind?
Where this all leads to is hard to say
So I survive by sensations I enjoy day to day
It's fairly methodical and it feels so clean
Which is logical for musical media machine
Like me
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
Swelters, consumes, and ignites
All aspects of the body, heart, and mind.
Burns boldly, brightly, dangerously
Souls collide and intertwine.
Sweeping, taking, fighting, tearing
Desires entertained and lusts craved
In the name of fiery rendezvous
Passion prevails...Passion saves.
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 8:29 PM UTC
The morning light is creeping unto my window sill,
it was warm and sweet, but agony in its rising from the ground.
summer doesn't stain me any shade of pink,
I remain a pallid white of cadaverousness.
the birds sing their birdsong to any ear that listens,
but as the flowers fall from trees, ears a lended elsewhere.
towards the monetary dictator, a tyrant in its blood,
we disregard the flowers our snow it comes as floods.
the birth of warmth it boils, swelters in God's midst,
a year is marked, and death - will give their graceful Kiss.
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 4:05 AM UTC
with temps being so high
a body swelters in the heat
there is no reprieve
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 9:51 PM UTC
“The Last of the Knife”
The mountain rises in the distant mist
The desert swelters with a pungent kiss
Could it be we’ll see the end of this
From underneath the trees
I thought I’d seen you running down the lane
Just a glimpse but I could feel your pain
Your face showed lines of running from the shame
Trying to hide the blame
How long has it been
How bad is the need
How deep cuts the knife
How much can you bleed
I’m looking for signs
I’m looking for life
I’m hoping to see
The last of the knife
Maybe someday we’ll see a world in peace
Where the common man can find release
Could it be we’ll see the hate will cease
Find the golden fleece
How long has it been
How bad is the need
How deep cuts the knife
How much can you bleed
I’m looking for signs
I’m looking for life
I’m hoping to see
The last of the knife
The mountain rises in the
Distant mist
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 11:03 AM UTC