"toggling" poems
Hear the asynchronous pulsation,
Clicks of eyelids, toggling,
And the beating of a heart:
A Life, in thick layers of rhythms,
Coating a stubborn core.
Watch the white curtain of the mansion,
Behind windows, dancing,
And the fire in the hearth:
A Life, in thick layers of stones,
Glowing out with warmth.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
She recalls her early connection
To the sensuality
Also her fear and doubt
The resulting of alienation
She the most sensual dancer
She is gripping and toggling
Between dread and desire
Her sweet face incredibly expressive
She's absolute
Her movements conjure a storm
Expressed in her rhythmic steps
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 2:24 AM UTC
Allowing the dust to settle
And the hovering mist to part
You can't live inside of my mind,
There's more space for you in my heart
I keep myself busy to stay aflame
While the world slowly turns
I'm sprinting through days that blur
And suffering through the burns
Toggling between elation and insecurity
Emotions aren't permanent, only temporary
Experience has taught me everyone goes eventually
Resilient to adversity shrouding me
In its tethering web of prickly hairs
Mourning the nascence of elation
And all of the splendor it bewares
A cocktail of hormones straight to the dome
Nostalgia hitting in waves
Dragging me back in time to those hopeless romantic days
Jun 24, 2023
Jun 24, 2023 at 6:39 PM UTC
I Adore you , I Love the way You speak,
The way you move, I Love to Love Ya.
Through Hellacious events and even moody times.
I love you more in every way. So baby bring it all to me.
I will always Love you til Death do us part and in
sickness and health we shall have our Love as well as Wealth.
Death as well as Poverty,
as I wish upon a star for all to go
Well and superb as the shooting star never stops
I wont ever stop Lovin you
cause you are so hot stick sweet from your head down to you feet.
So pour some sugar on me,
but not to deep for to got as far down
WELL we gotta savour that taste of Love and passion,
The sweetness of truth on the tongue
of passion and the massage of Exstacy
within Your arms Flowin down your body as we
intertwine ourselves in a
Portal of seduction which Leads to a
Reproduction of the Lovelyness
that is My Immortal Beloved to Her
King on ancient wings of worldly power
will Give all my Love to you drastically
wanting to Dine on your Platter Like
Romeo and Julliets Hot ***
Not only to make you wet but as
well to make you mine until death
and beyond in Lovers Lane.
Deaths will not touch our
Coiled embrace as we set
on into the sun were
Earth Hits Wind and Starts to caresse
The Fire which is this passion for
Life Long with You no matter how old
and decrepped we get,
Our passion for each other is left
to be said that A Heart is a House for Love,
and while we ride together to
everlasting Life Exstacy takes a
hold of us just like The key to my
Ever loving Heart to My Empress as
well as my Immortal Daimond in the Ruff,
so I will take one jump ahead of that
line and Show you a whole new world
as we show sweet love face down ***
up in the air toggling my juicy energies
that call out for your sweetness Essence of ******
so I ask Are you Ready For Me My Immortal,
My Rib, My Everything,
Under this sweet moon we call Life ;
We careese every minute as its our
Last so Scream as Loud as you want
in that pillow as I release My Anocanda
within your cave to explore all the
wonders of My Immortal Goddess....
So Are You Ready??
Mar 8, 2010
Mar 8, 2010 at 8:24 PM UTC
I feel like a remote.
A tiny remote in the hands of a giant
Toggling through channels
Accidentally pressing every other button than the intended
I have no control
I have lost sense of where I am in space
I am helpless
Vulnerable to the choices of the giant
Constantly fluctuating between states of fear
And peace
Never knowing when each state will change
Never knowing how long I will have peace
Before the fear arises
I am just a tiny remote
In the hands of a giant.
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 1:08 PM UTC
the silence of the night
creeps in on all sides
and all l may hear
is the crickets
patterned chirp
of conversation
billowing between
my concrete walls
They were built up
to be impenetrable --
So how is this noise
grazing my earlobe
with its incessant
hum?
I can hear them
because the walls
of my house
are structure,
[they keep out light;
They're strong]
while the walls of my mind
are scattered
and confused,
In a maze not even
the North Star could guide
a mouse out of--
and they don't keep out noise
they keep out simplest
rationality and logic
because the walls
might as well be
beer goggles,
blinding me from
an unbiased situation.
Because my perception
tints the picture
with rose
(or blood)
colored glasses
toggling my experience
with notions:
imaginary.
But I know the crickets are real.
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 3:48 AM UTC
there's a definite skill in tugging strings
marionette controllers understand these things
cords of manipulation pulled left and right
to keep each puppet working for his might
a deftness of tasking beyond compare
this capability he'll show with much dare
an accent always being on the wire's desire
as to how he'd like his wooden figures to fire
we marvel at the maestro's astute vigour
in employing his expert's toggling rigour
commanding all the dolls by ace orchestration
he's a supreme professional of the vocation
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 11:52 PM UTC
The groceries and the rent
I 've already spent
what was meant to be my savings
trying to save me
from rockabye baby
to the grave because lately
I feel a little less stately
and a little more disheveled.
I might ask you to embellish,
forgive me
maybe I'm just nosey
or prone to misunderstand closeness
to a speculative humanity.
Can we truly interact spiritually?
Or is it less empirical than it seems
and we're just vibrating in our own
paradigm
template
dreams
we weave our own gods eye
to see things.
Everything.
Human beings or
human doings?
Lately I've been toggling through
between the two
in indecisiveness.
"Ah, give it a rest"
Chides one side of my mind
In return comes the gruff reply
"It is what it is, isn't it
and it's what I do best".
C.e.M 8.14.15
edited 1-24-2016
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 2:06 AM UTC