"temporally" poems
The black hole’s emanations attempted to fill the gap in galactic infiniteness as all spiraled down to its new beginnings while residual harmonic vibrations honed the forms of its becoming .
The insect’s hum buzzed harmoniously almost melodiously in syncopated integrated vibrations as it flew across the room , out the door and into the night sky .
The ship’s deck rolled and pitched as hurricane weather smashed and shattered its empty hull against the wooden dock .
The blazing core of the comet streaked across the sky as it decomposed in the atmosphere and extinguished its self in the ocean .
The blazing light of innumerable suns chaotic radioactive glair was almost audible like sounds of distant campfires as the last bits of wood crackled into embers beneath the starry sky .
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
Morning newspaper
Greets you with a smile
“Thank you paperboy”
Swallowing tablets
At the sunny ball
Watching the faces
Shape shift into rabbits
Morphing
Into who knows what
Feel like Alice
Explosions of color
And grandeur
Overwhelming voices
Lead the game
“I am God” shouted
They laugh eternally
Though it’s only
Temporally
And clouds devour
The yellow sun
Raindrop suicide
With their mile high jump
Tambourine and guitar
And the dancing
So much dancing
That summer is lost
Among the headbands
And shirtless kids
A blur
A blur
But what a swell time!
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 2:06 PM UTC
I have quite a simple request, I believe
I just seek the slightest of reassurance
With the smallest amount of attention that could be given
I do not desire much
Not temporally, not monetarily
I simply wish for the bare minimum
The very smallest amount
I would be more than willing for it
I would take the smallest amount of attention
A mere decimal of your precious time
I wouldn't complain
I wouldn't argue
I wouldn't do anything beyond show gratitude....
It is clear that the bare minimum is simply too much to ask
So why won't you just tell me this?
Why do you promise "always"
When the actions yield a "sometimes"
Why do you dream of mountains but stay on the molehills?
Why do you act as though your world is coming to an end, when it has only just begun?
Why do you hide away in your abode, cooped up with your electronic plaything
The stupid, minuscule electric computers
That are running our lives, and our communication skills into the ground
And why do you tell me to trust what cannot be trusted?
Why do you forgo honesty; because you
Wish not to hurt my feelings?
The disconnect hurts much more than any truth ever could
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 2:54 AM UTC
~a unconscious commissioned poem~
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La Lumière est une Dame d'honneur
advantage Frenchies,
everything sounds
better in their language,
we readily concede
we make do
with those tongues
whose fluidity
clothes & coats,
those, we are
best at
confessing in
first light this morning
was emasculated, in thickened
first fog, eerie, discomforting,
but yet, mine alone to utilize,
and make discomfiture into
a poem of coffee and cream,
stirring within, colored dreams
Lady Light finally arrives,
descending on a staircase
from heaven, radiating all
with patience, the animals
all, proclaiming in a thousand
tongues, their thanks, their
love, for everything breathing
understand best she is the source
of creation, reanimation, and a
sharing, unsparing, birth mother
to animate and inanimate, and
the death father to all we & us,
guide to our ultimate end
the waiting is most interesting,
for indeed, there is honor within,
as I compose, the sunrises to the
precise angle to bar my vision,
power to blind and enlighten,
how can this be, but it is so,
my bones warmed, suggest I
do not complain, accepting with
no exception for this is the power
source to us all, and humility is
the key to acceptance & understanding
is this poem, is this the missive,
me~my, intended, to write,
know not,
for the words leech from my skin,
in format uncolored, uncontrolled
by mine minuscule impoverished
compost of senses, morals and my
compote of cells that are products
of a thousand prior generations
morphed into a mess of me,
as of yet, purpose hidden,
undisclosed, perhaps my
reasoning is unseasoned,
my presumption of purpose,
is just a fool’s ridiculousness
Lady Light smiles kindly on my
rambunctious ilreasoning,
for I just one of billions come,
gone, and rebirthed in chains
of endless possibilities, two
words permanently paired,
conjoined, and though the
light has now risen to heights
to totally absolve my sight,
can no longer track what
is being written, accepting my
temporally blindness with grace,
even with solace, and-bid you
adieu, adieu, (bye~bye)
so musically,
until relief will
honor me with its presents…
and I can contemplate my
foolishness once more…
and the letting…
of the
*Lady’s light
of
honor illuminating
(even me)*
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commissioned by Pradip
7:35 am
in the sunroom where
the intersection of all light
illuminates all kinds
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music:
To Try for the Sun, Song by Donovan
Aquarius/Let the Sunshine In by Fifth Dimesion
Aug 5, 2024
Aug 5, 2024 at 7:52 AM UTC
Now when I think of Hayley it gives me
that vision of my future
nearly three years since we first met
never did we realize
how deep our love and commitment
with her I am content.
Together we have a truly special love
being friends for so long
but realizing our interests matched
drew us ever closer
always there by my side for support
my heart firmly caught.
Temporally apart we are getting engaged
a ring on your finger will place
on a warm sunny beach our love to seal
a dancer beautiful and kind
working so hard to achieve the dream
to be a ballerina supreme.
Our special song I Will Always Love you
and forever I will be true.
The Foureyed Poet.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 10:21 PM UTC
Another Sunny Day
Enough to temporally chase the blues away
Another Sunny Day I wish it could just stay that way
Another Sunny day to warm my body while I am ill
Another Sunny day seems to be all too quickly replaced
in time with a seasons change and a winter's chill
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 5:04 PM UTC
You taste good from my first sip
You drip on my lip
you are pleasing to the tongue
You give me the energy of the young, at least temporally
You are fun to drink, whether hot or iced you are very nice
I have tried other blends, but I keep coming back to you like a faithful friend
May my attachment to you, never end; you are for me the perfect blend.
You are my French Vanilla
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 9:46 AM UTC
unbeknownst to me, it was here
staring me in the face
our eyes, locked
intertwined views
a static gaze
the face of one
suddenly
without warning
my heart sank
eyes flutter
lungs emptied of air
unable to catch my breath
unwilling to speak
blinded by the sight of it all
all is him
i fidget
he wrinkles
we smile
are such smirks out of fear
or purely of relief
here we are
together
at last
yet
we still long for something more
unsure if it is even attainable
we strive to achieve
our hearts bleed
our souls stretch
like pinched skin
rubber or flesh
we dance
rather stumble about
drunk on a love
high on each other
is this really it
despite my desire to temporally transgress
to seek truths
we must remain in our current state
the fast forward button is broken
wait
maybe this is actually repeat
although it could possibly be shuffled
i would not dare rewind
although the desire to pause is often present
all that's left
is anticipatory anxiety
and dreams
and you
and me
perfection? perhaps
purity? oh please
persuasion? plenty
poetry? positively
i cannot wait to see what happens next.
one thing is for certain
good
bad
happy
sad
this is the forever mix
only one question still remains
are you the dj or the turn table
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC
ever since
that brightest of lights
birthed the universe
and all that it holds
our particles have
been striving through
all that is known
of space and time
through countless changes
of form and matter
through our unknown infinities
amidst the infinites known
through beliefs and disbeliefs
uncertainties and doubts
falling continuously
in the path of our orbits
endlessly we will travail
entrained to reunite
with our eternal partner
separated only temporally
impeded by the superlunary
seemingly fated from beyond
the gravity of this mystic tie
binds all sempiternally
and we will be found
one in the other
Nov 26, 2023
Nov 26, 2023 at 5:25 PM UTC
Sometimes I lay here quietly.
In and out of consciousness.
I listen to the sounds I hear purely.
Nothing to taint the senses.
When I discovered the howls of the wind
and the birds that sing in the sunrise,
it evoked me of my childhood.
Filled with nonsense and beauty.
Reminding me of everything I've sacrificed.
Kindling me temporally.
Just enough to keep me alive.
Reminding me of what I've sacrificed.
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 11:56 AM UTC
Color me green, red or orange
I am only temporally chained
I am not bound to one spectrum
Color me life and light
I have breathed a thousand breaths
and still, I long to see tomorrow's sun
color me death and decay
though I fall, you will see me again
come spring, my smile will bloom for a season
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 3:43 AM UTC
I have called many places home,
Not ever staying long before I have
Moved on. my roots never left taking
Root, these place just a temporally
Place never really a home.
I met people not really friend but we
Always got on, then my roots would
Up lift and then take root not to deep
For this place may not yet water my
Roots for me to stay very long.
I then found you, then a little longer I
Stayed, then as time moved on my roots
Dug in deeper as this slowly felt like home.
I have now spread my branches out, my
Roots now deep in this place now where
I rest this is my home. I will stay here
My roots now grow, I have moved so much
But now I am not alone, as this is the place
I rest my weary feet and call it home.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC
I made her,
I made her fall for me
Likewise, I fed her with my poisoners words
likewise, she chew them; swallowed them
They diffused all over her body and soul
My vows driven her lunatic,
further so, she fell in love
She fell in love with me
She frenetically fallen for me
That's my drug, I poisoned her
I made her fall for me,
Further so, I'm momentarily confused
She's daft in idolatry with me
As a matter of fact
I'm momentarily confused
I shouldn't have made her
I was temporally,
Further so, I lied.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 2:57 AM UTC
Sometimes,
my son,
I just want
to be numb;
I want to wake
to bird song
and fresh morning air,
not human voice,
not the distant traffic's hum.
Sometimes,
my son,
I want the numbness
to envelope me,
to swallow me whole,
to keep out
the hurt and pain,
the breaking up
of heart
and ache of head,
pretending
you're not dead.
The numbness,
my son,
how it seems
to put things
in perspective,
allows the past
to dissolve
into a vague series
of images,
hoping to be lost,
forgetting the cost.
Sometimes, Ole,
I want to be numb,
need the feelings to go,
the pain to ease,
the last words
to freeze.
Only the drugged
sleep aids,
my son,
only the dreamless sleep
like sister death,
helps me
for a few hours
to unwind
the inner clock's
wound up spring.
Sometimes,
my son,
the drugs don't work,
the pain remains,
and I don't want the drink
to take hold again
to numb the pain.
Sometimes,
my son,
I just want
a numbness to ease,
the words be
temporally forgotten,
the visions seen,
packed away
for another day,
when I feel stronger,
when the loss of you,
hurts less(if ever),
and the night to day
questions come less
or do so no longer.
Some days,
my son,
I just want
to be numb.
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 2:10 AM UTC
Blood in the blue,
a direct proclamation of fate,
guided like an arrow,
an actor, or oneself-
a mere impulse-desire in the velvet ruins of eternity.
Temporally displaced,
The hidden moment of a lifetime’s innocent
desire to become
nothing more
than this, that is here,
a dream working on the edge of town,
an elephants delight,
a signal flare on a dark sea nesting quietly underneath an endless, black sky.
Aug 28, 2023
Aug 28, 2023 at 8:47 PM UTC
After exploring
Many alternate routes
With an ambitions to alleviate
All my existential doubts
The questions in the deeper depths
Beyond the endless spans...
I'm afraid it appears
We've all been tricked
Or somehow even ******
To a state of uncertainties
Where we temporally survive
And think the distant darkness
That by some chance we're still alive....
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 7:40 AM UTC
I GET THIS CURIOUS FEELING WHEN I REMINISCENCE ABOUT YOU,
AS IF YOU WERE GOOD ACQUAINTANCE WHO HAD LEFT NOT TOO LONG AGO,
MANY TIMES I’LL SIT AND FIND MYSELF WAITING FOR YOUR RETURN,
SO YOU’LL TELL ME ABOUT THE KNOWLEDGE THAT YOU'VE LEARNED FROM YOUR TRAVELS,
THEN I REMEMBER THAT YOU AND I HAD BEEN APART FOR QUITE SOME TIME,
AND THAT OUR DEPARTURE HAD NOT BEEN A SWEET SORROW,
I FACE THE REALITY THAT YOU HAVE NO INTENTION OF RETURNING,
YOU WERE NOT AN ACQUAINTANCE AT ALL,
JUST A TRAVELER WHO I TEMPORALLY KNEW,
THEN DECIDED TO EXPLORE ELSEWHERE.
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 2:46 AM UTC
clinging to only that which we can remember
only the imprint of something too bright that has been stared at for too long
we bump fleshes
we meld corpses
the mixing of secretions
until i end up covered in yours
i am not sure you see me anymore
but it pains me little for i am not sure i see you either
like a well worn fidget, a subconscious pull of the lobe or the twirl of a piercing,
or perhaps more like your instinctual grab at the farthest recesses of your fridge upon coming home positively toasted
through liquor soaked lenses i aimlessly ***** at the past while sober me of tomorrow awakes with nothing but the echo of something within
temporally filling the void between lips and ******
the void of my gut
of my heart
but a throbbing shadow remains
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 3:07 PM UTC
I wish I could put all my wrongs to right
Then I might get a little wink at night
But that would take twenty thousand lives
I've only one to live and no desire to take more
just existing for the people that believe in me
Breathing for the little girl that see's and receives what's true in me
Call me selfish
Call me a shame
I wouldn't take one single word your saying in vain
I know what I've done and I know what can't be undone
I'm not bad
I'm not evil
I'm an unstoppable force of the "people"
And if I'm not im unique so not equal
Not purposely but natural selection
That I can look in a mirror and not see a human reflection
I've longed to see
I've longed to be
Well just normality
But only to temporally stay a part of me
For I'll never feel whole or content or have an easy taken breath
Always on edge never to rest
Thinking of how to live this world best
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 7:35 PM UTC