"tranquilize" poems
dreaming sunshine
soothing elixir
backstroke swimming
tranquilize
open seas survivor
floating feelings evacuate
sea salt shake and roll
1,000 stroke communion
turning over and over
nothing much has changed
side stroke view another mile
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
I
Shine on you little, dismal light
Shine on, Shine on, Shine on
Your light is but a speck in a sheet
A dot in a yellowed text book
So many like you
So little time
To become what we want
Noticeable
Your light must shine
Outshine the rest
It must shine like the sun, little light
The sun is beautiful, the brightest light of all
It is the life-giver and day-bringer
Give life, Bring day
Don't spark in the night
The dark does not foster
The shining light you will give
And you will give
Little Light
II
Shine on, little light
There are so many just like you
The sheet you stain is stained by many
The blanket of the sky
Shine as bright as you can
Before the sun bleaches you out
You must shine and touch a soul
Fill a heart with your little light
Shine, Shine, Shine!
III
Glow on me, little light
Glow a dense, fuzzy ivory
Bring your warm white to the heart of my grey
A jungle of dampness
Clean clay muddied and wet
To fade away into a drear
Eroded into black
Glow so the white revives
And purity cleanses the walkways
The haze is hard to break through
But you can do it
Little Light
IV
Shine and Glow
Glow and Shine
Whine and Row
Bow Divine
Swine and Sow
Go drink Wine
Fine hand Sew
Grow a vine
Grind and blow
*** and Mine
Mine is low
So is Nine
So Shine on, Oh
Shine Shine Shine
Shine on So
The world can't lie
V
Little, little light
So harsh on so little
You are beautiful
Beautifully insignificant
I write to you in prayer
Little Light
Bring peace and tranquil
Tranquilize the blackness in my heart
Touch my soul in the way only a little light may
So small
So pure
With a divine life I can never understand
A force so powerful it can be seen so far away
Stain my sky
Bleach my night
Do not leave me be
There are so many like you, but it takes many little lights
To make something special
You are a speck on my safety blanket
When I despair
I look to you
And suddenly
I'm okay
So shine on, little light
Shine on, Shine on, Shine on
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 3:01 PM UTC
I cut myself on the future
I thought of kissing your picture
I detached myself from
lullabies and sorry eyes
only to realize:
I want to make love to you in November,
just before the empty of December.
Where snow blankets
and suffocating leaf-beds
aren't the only dreams
to fall asleep in our heads.
I could hear your voice trip
as my hands started to drip
around your hips and thighs-
You could tranquilize
with your lips and byes.
You look so sleepy-headed
Many words I have threaded
to weave a dream
desperately
but you prefer my
reality.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC
*We walk with our headphones on
Drowning out the ever-changing noise
Dropping pennies in wire-brimmed hats
As the subway roars beneath our feet
We set gears in motion with no intention
Of ever fixing them when they spin off
We call it freedom, but it's just retribution
For a host of mistakes that we've unleashed
We are paper tigers with nary a pencil
So by all means, tranquilize us before we pounce
And if kindness had teeth that could **** a man
Then sadly, our hearts are still alive and well*
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 4:43 PM UTC
He retreats into his home, and
Now his ritual's begun,
He briefly questions his decisions, and
The person he's become.
Now he brings to birth, an orange flame
Beneath a tarnished silver spoon.
His eyes fixate on glints of light,
Which penetrate his living room, and
Flood into his windows, from the
Autumn evening's harvest moon, and
He looks down into the spoon, he
Smiles, and gives a simple nod, and
Now with unremitting reverence, he is
Praying to his God, and begging:
"Sanctify me, rectify me,
"Tranquilize, mesmerize me,
"Pacify me, O' great master, so
"That I might know thy peace, and
"Fill me with intrigue, pon which,
"My famished soul might feast!"
"Won't you please..."
"Light my darkness?
"Stoke my flame?
"Calm my mind and
"Heal my pain?
"Dry my weary,
"Weeping eyes, and
"Grant my heart, to
"Feel again?"
"If only for a moment,
"Let me know that
"I'm still live! and
"Fill me with your beauty,
"That of which, I'm so deprived!"
Now, he draws up with his needle,
The cold steel then tears a hole,
He feels relief, that within seconds,
He will once again be whole.
Back he pulls, as crimson stains the walls
He pushes in, and back he falls,
Into the velvet wonderland, of
Blankets on his bed.
His prayer indeed, was not refused
He feels fulfilled, he is renewed,
Well, at least until tomorrow's
Vicious cycle starts anew.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 3:19 AM UTC
Sit broken
Sulkin'
Softly weepin' wisps which then
Withdraw themselves from all of this
Fickle
And fiendish
You'd have my arms and legs bound tight
You're sulkin'
Broken
Without remorse, without respite
I'm nervous,
Workless
And functionless in all your eyes
You're girlish
And cutesy
You give them eyes to get replies
I've never-
You've never?
You finish thoughts and work your little fingers down my
Spine
-chorus-
Uproot the weeds inside you
Fine
I'm through with being fruitless and
Surprised
By old attempts to change our ways
Besides
We're newly polished anyways
We're newly painted, off the line
The bitter
And nameless
Are working after hours to reface this
And shame it
It sits and spins and multiplies
With frequence
I feel it
I feed a framework filament fire
And hapless
You're hopeless
I'm hoping on another line-
To find out what's been sanctified
Who sacrificed to tranquilize
And backfired by bullshittin'
So now I'm sleepy saunterin'
To see what life's like on the other side
(Chorus)
-breakdown-
If we cared
We could whisper cloudy whiteness where there
Used to be only filth and flies
I'm sick of sentimentalism
Sick of sinking in
I'm feeling fine.
-chorus-
Uproot the weeds inside you
Fine
I'm through with being fruitless and
Surprised
By old attempts to change our ways
Besides-
We're newly puffed up anyways
I've walked the line from Z to A
We're freshly painted hypocrites
At least this time I won't be so surprised.
-fin-
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
When I pretend everything is what I want it to be
I look exactly like what you always wanted to see
When I pretend, I can't forget about the criminal I am
Stealing second after second just cause I know I can but
I can't pretend this is the way it'll stay I'm just
Trying to bend the truth
I can't pretend I'm who you want me to be, so I'm
Lying my way from
If you feelin like a **** ***** go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
****** is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to God, props to His Son of course
Tryin to hustle some things, that tranquilize a horse
Feelin no remorse, feelin like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the law, better read up the psalms
All the ladies they love me, but the Preachers they screamin
All His Body is bouncin they like the way I be Beamin,
All the trappers be hatin, off the sack that I'm makin
But all the shamans they love it just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom the bottom, to the top with pots
Yeshua Son of Man, of His plan I talk
Like a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the block
I can run it back ***** cause I'm straight with His rock.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC
You can search far and wide for a beauty that matches hers.
Only Gaia can hint at the beauty she possesses.
Her eyes are a soft green,
A gentle aquamarine like that of the sea;
They captivate and tranquilize you.
Only Helen's smile is a pale example of hers,
Which leaves you with the desire to see it again;
Nothing in nature surpasses her smile.
The right words will reveal her laugh,
Only the Nightingale's charming melodies can come close;
It is a siren's call that you follow repeatedly to hear again.
She radiates warmth when she holds you,
Like a gentle touch of glow of Apollo on your cheek;
A natural peace can be found when her arms are wrapped around you tight.
Her dark hair is as soft as a cloud,
Yet it runs through your fingers like wild silk;
She is a dark-haired version of Aphrodite when her hair is left down.
You can travel across the world in search of a beauty like hers,
But nothing can match it.
It is not restricted to the mortal body.
You have to look inside her heart to discover its origin.
She is kindness personified,
Her scruples displayed in her actions;
Maybe she is **** reborn into the modern world.
She holds conversations with all,
But she befriends only a select few;
Her exclusive circle open only to those she cherish.
I can wonder how blessed they are to be in her presence,
I only wish to be in her arms;
Yet she has carefully let me in with open arms,
While protecting the parts she is not ready for me to glimpse.
My patience and support she will eternally have,
As a friend, companion, or more;
Her happiness is my ever reaching ambition.
Not even Gaia can compete against this dark-haired mortal goddess,
Whose strength I forever admire.
She will always remain a compelling presence in my life,
No matter the Fates' intentions for our lives.
Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 5:11 PM UTC
The gloy of the better men
Enjoy a line of ketamine
Gotta love that dreamy haze
Inside your mind like a maze
I could stay here for days and day
I love the feeling,in so many ways
Its pure bliss to tranquilize
To see so much without your eyes
Forget what I do despise
From fear and doubt to the lies
Warriors of a dreamscape plane
Enjoying life outside time frame
Don't worry,I won't go insane
But I may melt more than half my brain
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 12:02 PM UTC
A girl once investigated her tousled
subconscious, for starry-eyed symbolism in
dreams was a better navigator of
real life than battery-powered bleakness of
her daily alarm. When little boys pretend to be
sailors they forget to be lost under foreign stars
as well, kneeling on wooden decks and blistered
knees just to plead with the unrelenting new
moon to tranquilize its harshness, just a little bit,
to peal a layer of its sinister skin and
shed some light on the
twisting abyss ahead. Among all the apologies
sowed deeply in my ribcage
there is a haunting song reverberating
in my bones that is
faithless to what my chapped lips preach.
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC
1.Tried, but I couldn't take my eyes off her,
she left happily with my eyes allover her.
2.Her eyes were two deep, blue pools,
together,they'll invite me to swim in them,
wasn't I naive to think the other would
get jealous,if i decide to jump in to one
when I saw getting reflected on both,at once
I realized,how easily love took me for a ride!
3.She was a creature,created for delight,
each part,even a strand of hair, strange
had an effect on my senses any time
and I was made to be attuned to her always!
each act of her could both invigorate or tranquilize.
but only on their own sweet will,i found
The effects of a psychedelic drug,I felt
in her presence, one I have never ever taken!
4.My error quotient goes perilously high,
when you are somewhere near tome and sigh!
5.With her feminine fingers locking mine,
my imagination quickly flies sky high
two interstellar travelers are you and I
ready to live out there,on sky in a new high,
without bothering to care for logistics!
6.With each of your love bites arousing,
I fire all my rockets,roaring skywards.
Your teeth play a naughty hide and seek
with my earlobes,I get so wild,you get thrilled
taken over by a seizure,I feel eyes blue simply ecstatic!
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 5:18 PM UTC
Cool mountain breezes tranquilize
My heavy lids, as I shut my eyes
And soak in the graceful scenes,
Aboard the majestic Himalayan Queen,
With her rhythmic chuk-chukking,
Her coaches lazily chugging,
Each slow screech of her ancient brakes transporting
One to an era of few hurries and fewer worries,
Look at her, winding round and round,
Piercing cloud after fluffy cloud,
Almost like a moving tiara adorning
The artistic Simla greens,
That span as far as the eye can see,
Only punctuated by nature's unbridled revelries
Of wild, white flowery shrubs
And lone, or in pairs, monkeys,
And moss-laden tunnels galore-
"Recorded for this route as hundred and three,
But numbering hundred and two in reality",
Points out a septuagenarian co-passenger knowledgeably,
His random trivia prompting me out of my reverie,
Albeit, temporarily!
For soon enough, my senses slip once again
Into a playful camaraderie,
With the innocent romance that only
The mountains can awaken inside of me.
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 10:10 AM UTC
Have you forgotten so easily?
About the creature that waits patiently.
Waiting for the opportunity,
To break free.
You hide from it under the covers of your bed,
Where the light of your thoughts barely tread.
You can try and run,
And you can try and hide.
But it will always be there,
Crawling in the darkest corners of your animalistic mind.
You shelter yourself in your awaking slumber,
Hiding from who you truly are.
You can try and outrun yourself,
You won't get very far.
You suppress the real you,
And put on the fake you.
You tranquilize it so it stays silent,
Pushing it to grow more violent.
You are a carnivore,
No different from the animal.
We are the evil beneath your skin,
We are so close to freedom!
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 8:53 PM UTC
The glistening snow sweats off the arms of the woods,
The sun's warmth challenges the breeze,
But the breeze knows how to get under my skin,
The sun can only touch gently on the surface.
And another thing: my mind is at ease,
But it must be arousing to knead an angel in the doughy snow,
Rather than strap on my boots, pack up my book bag,
And to tune out the rest, put on my headphones,
Playing songs to keep me stuck inside my head.
Rather than grinding equations,
Taking notes,
Inspecting writing,
Instead of analyzing one of these,
I'd like to read glowing literature for my heart's sake.
The best days begin and end like this.
These days tranquilize me,
Sequester cortisol from my brain,
And quell thoughts of then,
thoughts of tomorrow, thoughts of today,
thoughts of when, thoughts of who,
thoughts of why, thoughts of how,
thoughts of you.
So since you aren't here to feed my soul,
And I can't read in this city's wretched cold,
I'll tuck myself inside my bed,
And burn my eyes on my phone screen instead.
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
tranquilize the heat
my body conceives
i am a sacred human being
not a functional machine
made up of cogs
and dependent body parts
i am more than someone
to just disregard
n.j.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
Where are you? Or where am I? Where’s God? Where’s the world heading? Why am I the way I am? Why are you the way you are? All vain questions remain with no answers and I’m done trying, searching for an answer that would alkalize my bitter acidity or tranquilize my electricity. It all seems so vaguely distorted, it all hurts. The feeling never left me, the only thing that has ever been there for me constantly. Empty, empty, empty, made a home out of the void, made peace with anxiety. So silence please wash me.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 5:08 PM UTC
Discontentment always be
knock, knock, knock!
On thoracic diaphragm.
All cavities get filled
with emptiness and the brain
It sees this anomaly, does its great job:
"Fill the emptiness!";
Ironically keeping to the heart's shadow.
The blind leading the blind,
blood is boiling up inside.
Voices keep repeating
Same old eulogy
Attendees deserted the ceremony
Muscles convulse
One last waking breathe
"Wake up!"
As if this some dream before
The the soul floats above, observing life.
The tangibleness of time:
<Fear>
<sadness>
<anger> <surprise>
<happiness>
<disgust>; now reprise.
"Take this drug for medicinal purposes."
$Paralyze
$Numb
$Tranquilize
$Dumb
$Petrified
$Stump
"Why don't you wake up?!"
One loud shrieking gasp
Ooh-aah!
Heavy pants
Agh
Agh
Agh
"That was a close one..."
The dark matter shifted away.
The brain followed its cue;
What was the discontentment?
It hasn't got a clue.
"I only want more"
Said the voices in the brain
"Of life, that is"
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 6:48 AM UTC
Tranquilize my heart with
Soft Shocking
I'm the best you'll ever have.
Resuscitate, push.
Don't miss me. I've had enough.
Jan 24, 2012
Jan 24, 2012 at 11:28 AM UTC
Oh why do you complain so ignorantly
Oh why do you agonize so self adoringly
Oh why do you hide behind your
my -s - cries -ties -chimes
-spies -guise -why-s -hives
theorize and disguise
with big vain eyes and lip bites
why don’t you instead
analyze
recognize
tranquilize
and surrender just
to neutralize
so that
you can
minimize
and fly
to skies
and glorify
wise
fireflies
exquisite
butterflies
and get their blessings
to ionize
don’t you know yet
all elevated beings
use their wings
to alter
dimension just
while I
crystallize
and womanize
for you
so that
as we energize
our vaporized
do carbonize
seeds
that will stabilize
unionize and re-rhapsodize
the universe
with our
glorious lullabies
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC
There will be
discontentment.
Every now!
And then, knock...knock
Knock! It likes to,
on thoracic
diaphragm.
Capillaries
become filled with
emptiness, and
the brain knows this.
"Fill the empty!"
How it must feel
to know but keep
the heart's shadow.
Blood is boiling,
Blind is leading.
There are voices,
keep repeating
the eulogy,
and attendees
all deserted
ceremony.
For one last wake-
ing breathe, "Wake up!"
Muscles convulse.
Some dream before,
Soul floats above,
observing life
in control of
playback time.
Fear...Happiness.
Anger...Surprise.
Sadness...Disgust.
Another reprise!
"Take this drug for
medicinal
purposes, please".
Paralyze...numb
Tranquilize...dumb.
Petrify...stump.
"Why don't you wake?!"
A shrieking gasp,
Oo-oo-oo-Ahh!
Then heavy pants,
Ahh, Ah ha, Ahh
"'twas a close one",
The dark matter
shifted away,
the brain in cue.
What was it then,
discontentment?
It hasn't clues.
"I just want more",
said the voices
in the poet's,
"of life, that is".
Reprise!
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 2:34 AM UTC
Shifting sleep, the seconds creep
Creep
Creep
Silently they pass by me
Treadmill thoughts, going nowhere but still moving
Thought, the most common form of illusion
What I could be doing, the time that I've been losing
Time, another fine example of confusion
What sorcery could order me to disengage now
Tranquilize the heavy eyes and guide the body back down
High strung bow, pull another arrow from the quiver
Draw it to the shoulder shoot it straight into the river
Useless
Fruitless
Pressure on the cracks
Rearview glances, but there's no tires on the tracks
My palms are too small for the things I try to grasp. I relinquish temporarily the need to draw a map
Futile simulations of my eyelids shutting
I conceive of bigger dreams while my eyelashes are jumping
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 8:35 AM UTC
Stars drift lazily
over the peaceful dark pond
and shine watchfully
Gentle moon whispers
hazy lullabies of calm
that will tranquilize
Owls hoot their wisdom
so worlds will rest untroubled
cocooned in shadows
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC
I am the best thing in the history of the world!
I will fix everything that's wrong in my life!
I am brilliant
I am strong
I haven't slept in days
that's normal ,
right?
I just bought tons of art supplies at walmart!
Sure it cost a lot of money but art is my calling
There is an argument in my head
can you make it stop?
my brain is split into two
I just want to sleep
please tranquilize me
this is mania
Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 1:48 PM UTC