"unbinding" poems
Why Men Cry in the Bathroom
For so many reasons.
I will tell you the why.
I think you know,
Or perhaps, you think you know.
Men are always O.K.,
Even when not.
We expect the worse,
Accept the worse,
Nonetheless,
We are forever unprepared.
Wearily, we cry,
In the bathroom, in private,
Lest sighs slip by,
We be unmasked,
Early warring, strife signs warning.
Copious, tho we weep
Before the mirror confessor,
It is relief untethered,
Unbinding of the feet,
An uncounting
Of beaded rosaries,
Of freshly fallen hail stones,
Of night times terrors
By dawn's early edition's light,
and welcomed.
But look for the mute tear,
The eye-cornered drop,
*** tat, that never drops,
But never ceases formation and
Reforming, over and over again,
In a state of perpetuity of reconstitution,
*The tippy tear of an iceberg revealing,
And I see you peeping, wondering,
What is beneath*
Look for:
the torn worm-eaten edges of spirit,
thrift shop bought, extra worn,
grieving lines neath the eyes,
where the salt has evaporated,
discolored the skin.
worry lines,
under and above,
browed mapped, furrowed boundaries.
the laugh line saga,
where better days are stored,
recalled, as well as recanted,
publicly, privately.
Why just men?
I don't know,
Perhaps,
it is all I know. end.<nml>
Jan 6, 2013
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 10:46 AM UTC
True love cannot be tampered upon
Or enclosed in glass and released at will,
It is not an insignificant slave
At the beck and call of its master,
For love has no master and its power so great
That once touched by love's endearing caress,
One must blindly obey.
True love does not follow reason
For reason could not understand a lover's heart,
It is not a pupil that can be taught
Nor a henchman that can be ordered around,
For love is free and unbinding
And all feeble attempts to restrain it shall be in vain.
True love cannot be grown from the seed of lust
Or plucked from jealousy's petals,
For once the desire has waned
The fruits shall wither and rot.
It needn't ask permission to reside in one's heart
For like a thief in the night
Love can come and go as it pleases.
Blessed are lovers' eyes
For they can see true beauty,
For beauty can only be seen
Through true love's eyes.
Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 1:56 AM UTC
When there's nothing you can do but beg a little,
not for money, not for fame, not for love, and for pain,
but for the unbinding confusion that rests in your mind,
And you try to clear it out but there's nothing you can find.
When there's nothing you can do but weep a little,
exposing the tears that come right from the heart.
spending the dark nights with swollen wet eyes,
possessing an obsidian smile covered with fake sweet lies.
When there's nothing you can do but laugh a little,
covering the deep core wounds, that rest in your heart,
when the whole world rush and you stand alone
expecting some peace, some of your answers, but still those remain completely unknown.
When there's nothing you can do but share a little.
with whom you wonder and how you think
and your heart continues to bleed,you know you can't hold
you turn to yourself,you pour them out,just to yourself, just to your soul.
When there's nothing you can do but pray a little
every time, everywhere, when you ask how to smile,
in the darkest corner of nights, when your state is fragile,
in the complete endless blankness when your mind has no word,
and when the faint voice of your conscience echoes unheard,
when you stand alone on the road, fighting in the night,
when you make futile efforts, that deepen your plight,
sit for a while, rest in quiet.
What can you do when you don't know what's right?
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 5:07 PM UTC
“the unbound unbinding: an admixture of words and swords…
that will cut a newborn cord of reciprocity of thee and me,
miracle!
thereby, an unbound binding that ties and frees us from
and connects us nonetheless by our shared senses…”
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these words, recalled well,
for they but a newborn issue of a few days, and the notion of binding that
frees us into reciprocity yet buzz~hums
in my brain
the contradictory nature of a cutting
which ties us together,
that an unbinding binds us even more tightly,
I struggle, to better understand the nature how an unraveling
of our connection somehow ties us closer
but re-envisioning
Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel in my mind’s eye,
that sparking space tween God’s finger outstretched
to bring the enlivening of his spirit to His first enervate, Adam,
the original of we humans,
somehow sates my confusion
***to touch each other
at the most primitive basis,
we require a space
between us, in order to fulfill,
a contract contact
of completion and binding***
and this bestills and bestirs
my puzzlement,
a space electric necessary
to permit us to
close the human circuitry
!***and I am contented,
the contradiction
no more, I sense the
need to close gaps
tween us certify our human resources
for it is the permanent invisible grasping
of our loving minds that transcends
overpowers gaps,
bringing tears of joy to my eyelids,
even as I write these words,
and greet this morning
with
optimism
that every space
brings a richer
closure!***!
Sep 17, 2023
Sep 17, 2023 at 7:36 AM UTC
It was so hard to put in words
Tho I spoke to you when idle ears were far from my lips
When words flowed like a river
Like a river yes and still but your beauty is my sun
In your presence only steam pours from me
Your heat burning the shell from my heart
You make me weak
My Venus
I wanted to plough your fertal pastures
Like a good stuard
For its own benefits before my own
You were sharp and curious
Listened intently to my ranting and stared into my eyes
I thought myself weak but you understood better than my pupils
Your apatites reached my ears as a warning but iticed me instead
Your history no surprise or mark against you
I wanted all of you for mine
To make perfect an only slightly tarnished vestal
To complete you in hopes you could complete me
But your eyes cut my soul like a knife without ever seeing it
Your voice crushed my bones to dust with a whisper
Pity
Gref
How low we were when heavens bowed before us
I would have given myself to you in no unbinding terms
But you could not offer the same and I could tell you wanted too
I value your honesty and wish you had lied
Should fate spit on us again in this way
We're I to find myself in your shoes
I suposse I'd recomend Polyamory
I wouldn't take you up on it for him
Then I'm not gay and you never did discriminate
Just saying the world could be my harum
Time and space at my Mercy
A machine in the next room to customize entitys for company
You would be my bottom ***** for life
Given that's as bigoted as an analogy gets
It's coming from a good place
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 6:36 AM UTC
Realities as decomposed societies set, still lives on.
Society is the crossbred of fables and obsolesce.
Reality for the individual differs, believers in disbelief, disbelievers in disbelief.
Belief is six feet below.
Truth for believers lie in realities. Reality for the disbeliever lies in truths.
Atrocious civilisations nearing transcendental ruin, for the pillars are fractured, the bases decayed and the headstones are unbinding.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
drink her in,
a blue stream
vein at her wrist,
binding, unbinding
tress, thin bow of the
lips, whirlpool curls
at the ear, sea eyes,
as in her sure stride,
her sway, force of
an ebb, cutting away
at the sandbanks,
drink her in…
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC
You said I didn’t love you.
The shock rang through my heart
You said it now, not once but twice
No explanation did depart
Could I be so undeserving?
That you dispel unbinding ties
Bloodline assumes preserving
Could you possibly advise?
From birth did you give notice?
That two held every key
My father and my mother
Adoration my decree
Your influence was precious
Did you fail to realize?
Obedience was not of fear
But heartfelt love inside
Whatever I am now or then
What’s good came from you two
The bad may shame and bring you pain
But it doesn’t come from you.
Hopeless, sad and hollow
My private, padded cell
I contemplate and ponder
How I bring you down as well
If I could only touch your heart
Perhaps a glimpse you’d see
The glowing love I have inside
For the two that created me.
For you I’d give the stars and sky
I’d sacrifice my life
If that would stop one worry
In the footsteps of your life
In dreams I make you happy
I’m steady, proud, and strong
I shower you with all your wants
Your problems are all gone.
You told me I don’t love you.
That broke my heart to pieces
From my first cry to eternity
My love for you increases.
Apr 1, 2011
Apr 1, 2011 at 6:35 PM UTC
There is a very thin line
Between love and lust
Between sea and sky
Between me and you
Such a fine line
That I can see
Touch it from
Here
Enclosed in the high rise monster
(That mostly dot the sea face, all around the sea in Mumbai)
reaching out to be.
From here
-Where silence is whispering to the sea
Waves percolating through my window
Where darkness of my ****** thoughts
Seep in through the night's gateway
A window with three glass frames
Barred, framed and up-curtained
Unveiled and naked.
From here I see it all bared
I can actually reach out
And separate them
The love and the lust
The entangled Sea with the sky
Create a divide between them
With my desire
To BE
Some times I just want to BE
Some times Sea in all its thrashing about
With waves and tsunami's just want to BE too
Some times the sky
With its dark cloud and their silver linings
Just wanna BE, you see?
Some times all of us want to
Reach out
Separate love from lust
And desire just to BE
Just to BE in love
Pure, undiluted, undefined, unnamed
Unbinding, untagged
Just Love,
LOVE,
I Love to BE
Sep 9, 2010
Sep 9, 2010 at 6:08 AM UTC
If I could unravel the knots that bind these bones, my fingers would grow numb.
My wrists would crack.
My flesh would age.
& strand by strand I'm tied to be undone.
All in hopes the roots that thrived would begin to thirst again.
Gripped around each twig of mine, I race against constriction.
Pulling every which way.
Stalking every traveled end.
Unbinding every corner of this mindless, commanding restriction.
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 2:26 AM UTC
SORCERER 1
Fell prince, what can we say? Shall we
Wring fingers, gazing nervously
Into our black, obsidian mirror?
SORCERER 2
Or, in our water jugs, to peer,
Unbinding and retying twine,
In hope epiphanies shall shine?
SORCERER 3
Or shall we three, like puzzling mages,
Cast bright corn-kernels ‘cross the pages
Of scripture, wincing to descry
Some omen there?
SORCERER 1 Or shall we lie?
SORCERER 2
Were not your lethal gaze forbidden,
Our eyes from yours no longer hidden,
SORCERER 3
These mirrors unfilmed to windows-
SORCERER 1 Wink
We not, you might their contents drink.
They look at Motecuhzoma.
TLACAELEL
Bold, brass, and bungling open-sesames,
Whose saucy tongues shall spice my hangman’s stew,
You dare let sink your cataracted gaze
Upon the solar luminance of our king?
Who meets these eyes, beholds the face of death.
MOTECUHZOMA
Shackles shall seal their eyes. Clap them away.
My hopes were stillborn by these blind-man’s bluffs.
SORCERER 1
A grand charade shall come to pass,
As marching mysteries amass,
And urgently these lurkings gather.
SORCERER 2
If that is what your lord had rather
Hear from us, so be it, then.
SORCERER 3
We’ll break our seal and thus unpen
Two breeds of vision we may show:
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 1:02 PM UTC
She stood there quivering,
Then about to speak the unspeakable,
Unbinding her tongue she opened her mouth
With a few words and a quaint sob escaping her mouth
Stood there blinking
Not knowing what to speak pain unfurling her heart
She looked at his eyes directly but could not even sound her pain
In anger he broke the silence and without any thought
He pulled out his knife and there she stood with her eyes filled with tears
Trying to speak what she couldn’t express
With her tongue out she uttered o’er there… and stopped
Lost in anger he cut off her tongue
Without being able to utter she stood unspeakable
For ever hidden
Behind the wound she hid her pain
The culprit walked free
He did not know that behind her pain
Was a greater wound than just this wounded tongue
Her eyes pleading to the cruelty of human heart
She held her heart and head high
Lost in thoughts to tell him of her story
She started writing her diary
Often up from her bed late at night
She dotted many a line
Words filled day by day
Lost in pain and writing
She finally grew out of it
Learned that her body is just a sheath
Beneath its layers lies a deeper soul
Untouched and full of promise
Weeks passed by and months followed
And she was fully ready
To tell her story of pain
Nobody was interested
But she parceled her diary to him
He had missed her a lot
And he knew it was his loss
Then this new turning
Surprised he stood in silence
He had her gift
Unbinding he was so eager
To reach for its content
To his surprise it was her diary.
Leafing through the pages
A thousand words buzzed his head
Not knowing what to do
His hands started shivering
And the last page turned open
I was ***** and the man is o’er there
It echoed: oe’r there, oe’r there
Realizing his mistake he cried out his heart aloud
He had wounded her double
Knowing now why it was unspeakable
How hard it was to speak
He begged her forgiveness
With a smile on her lips and warmth in her heart
‘Unspeakable’ she stood watching him.
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Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 4:35 AM UTC
DESOLATED LANDS
Oh, I feel so lost in this darken world,
where love and peace was once with me,
now all I see is stagnated waters,
where the Nile River needs to be clean,
frogs are dead, flies are a sick pest
where people are walking around losing
their heads wishing, they were already dead,
where hearts are swimming in circles
of innocent blood, of the hands of the unloved,
In my mind, I see all kinds,
ponds of tears are always near holding on to fear,
in my darken dreams I hear screams,
beyond all imagination,
black roses have lost all petals,
they all burned up into rose dust,
flowing into the deserts air
ashes from ashes gone back to the grave,
where once wild roses did grow,
but that was some time ago,
Now the only seed that has been sown
Is the transgressions that bloom deep
into the minds of the hating kind,
where violence erupts where there is no love,
like an ancient fire work that kills the souls
in a nasty war,
Oh, fiery eyes fathomed the night
Where cools and souls of long ago
In the ground of the lost that was never found,
Oh, how loneliness is in the curl of the world,
ripping away at the hearts,
Bodies are out staining the stained
of a desolated land,
root rots the heart of lies,
that plays games on the mind,
of the unbinding souls of sometime ago.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 6:09 PM UTC
afternoon. as the day dissolving,
then with the nites coming question
how i claim, moments, do you know its you?-
unbinding themselves( heart's boundary)
this discovery,
waiting adventure from your
yes - questions that drive my breath
heartbeat by heart.beat (resounding time booming the universe)
I'm wrecked on the new birth that I am
I'm stranded across the tomorrow that waits your look
(how delicious this death feels)
Mar 29, 2011
Mar 29, 2011 at 11:23 PM UTC
When the darkness of night settles around me
and the silence of the dark grows louder
I find myself thinking,
dreaming,
clinging to the wisps of memories
escaping from behind closed eyes
glistening with an old lover's flame
Oh, how I long for those days
ghosts of lives past, reminding
finding,
hiding themselves in my present life
contently discontent in the twists and turns
to jump at me without a proper notice
your voice, hidden in songs of the past
soft and sweet, gently spoken upon
the ears of the hurting,
soothing,
removing the present stresses of the day
Your face, dancing upon my eyes
eyes of the mentally broken, forcing them closed
Healing the mind, if only temporarily mending,
tending,
rending my best days pale in comparison
to the resounding beauty of your eyes alone
And yet, I write, hoping to find solace
away from the bitter taste of my present place
that your memory reminds me of, yet
your name, common as it may be, keeps reminding
rewinding,
unbinding the cords that contain that sliver
releasing a sudden rush of emotion that is uncontrollable
never knowing what to expect
a tear, a chuckle, a sigh
They torture me from the inside out
and yet I cherish every second of the pain
silently hoping it doesn't fade while praying
that the end comes quickly, if only to save face
To hate the feeling would be to hate everything
severing,
suffering the pains I'm not ready to face
of letting go of all the memories that hold you in
But to love these feelings, would be to hate where I am now
This present life, this reality with her
In comparison to others, there's no comparing,
relating,
relenting her image against the memory of your touch
I can't face these thoughts either
so I sit here, contorted in emotional pains
deciding how long I should listen to you today,
Beautiful angel, fair in face
wonderful by thy name, sing me your grace
Mar 24, 2011
Mar 24, 2011 at 7:26 PM UTC
In the night
Memories drift like the hair of a drowned man
The waves a callous lullaby
curling around the body of his sleeping wife
the unburdened curve of her hip against the moonlight
The drift of her breath in the dark
Coursing to match the sea wind
That sings across the lake’s dark mirror.
Her black hair spills across his hands
Ensnared, he pulls her in
To the harbor of his great shoulders—
It is the same
As it was on their first night
she is warm, small,
still smelling of the almond blossoms
she gathered in twilight.
But tonight, his impetuous heart is awake
Moving between the woman in his arms
And the messiah in the next room
the love he bears both
At once consuming
And unbinding,
his heart a stone
On which they both
rest.
Dec 5, 2021
Dec 5, 2021 at 11:17 AM UTC
last night you pressed your coffee cup
to your cherry lips
& told me you *kissed men when you were mad
girls when you were sad
& jackson bailey when he felt like it*
you said you never really wanted to feel like this
like the night was a war
& you were just another solider fighting for some light
in your life
there were two good things that happened
sadness
& days when jackson bailey just wanted to hold you
instead of forcefully unhinge you
if i could have just held you
let slip under the sheets a sudden disbelief that
love wasn't about unbinding a woman at the seams
it seems we're all just little pieces
of some drunken mans broken dreams
& i want you to be free
i want you to breathe like that
with your skinny little frame
pressed up against a jukebox
bobbing your head to some incredible time stopping tune
instead of trying to erase the way the moon looked last night
i want your cotton shirt hanging on a tree
& your long brown hair floating on the breeze
& i want someone to kiss you
because you feel like it
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
This is what I have created
My world is extended beyond beauties
This world full of wander & wonder
The thousand lullabies of breathe taking
Purple skies
Leaving me at a lost abyss in the ocean
The lighting strikes as the clock stroke 12
The endangering life styles of a night walker
Which lead us in a unbinding circle
Golden Butterflies
One we all cherish so deeply
The land of treason
The land of the forbidden
The land of loners
This is the way that life has faltered
and offered me
For one cannot explain such horrific life styles
This is one of many but no different
This is life and a battle of good and evil
Love?
Is also like a war
One far to many are familiar of this feeling
Thus leaving me in this position
I am like a solider
On a field fighting for my life
and love
A solider of love and life
Fighting a war
of both
fatal and incredible
things...
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
Innocent mother,
Like a tree you brought me forth,
When you were praying for pardon
on your knees,
When unquenched fires were burning you
And the strands of life bound you
more tightly.
I was neither for you
peace,
Nor the olive bough,
Nor against pain --
Sweet unbinding.
I did not understand how to bring wise answers,
Nails I nailed
into your palms, on the cross.
Blameless mother,
Passing mother,
Pallid light,
The thought pains me badly
And time does not give me relief.
Flavia Cosma from Wormwood Wine
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 5:39 AM UTC
Your window rolled down
The smoke
Pouring out of my mouth
Like your chimney in winter
And yet
The whole time
I perceive things moving slow
My grinning face
Your laugh
All the lights from driving down the highway
That every few seconds
Light up our faces horizontally
And flash in terrific blinding orange stripes
But still
Moving slowly
Softly
Like the gentle waves of foam at night
The car slows
The engine dies
I climb out dizzily
I realize we've arrived at the ocean
Just in time for a midnight swim, you say
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 2:49 PM UTC
The meadows sway under open sky
the bud of summer streaming wide,
oak cathedrals as proud as the blossoming light
to take in this merriment;
a pledge
of molten intensity,
where the silk robed maiden appears,
instructs the wisdom from her lips
unbinding the unsighted
surges this celestial ennoblement.
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC
I am gone into the wind
The word Love is mediocre for what I once had
My Passion is not found without a will that you thought I never had
The Joy I have is an unbinding freedom that has led me to places you never imagined I could go
Watch me as I run far away, deep into fields of flowers and to lands far away
Immersing myself in something new, that is without you
I wonder if you wish you had followed me, and danced away the world along my side
Time has flown through my hair just as the wind does now
I’ll forget my worries as I run away with myself
Forgetting you is the best thing I could ever do
Spinning round and round the world goes
Yet I stand still
Watching it all go by
Breathless at the beauty I’ve found here
The silence of dawn swallows me each morning
I watch the great sun rise
I see the stars shine like diamonds in the night
My thoughts always forming and moving
Like an unyielding river in my mind
From time to time I think of you
And those moments we shared atop the world
Looking down at everything below us
And not caring, not seeing anything but each other
Being a part of one another
But letting me go was the best thing you could have ever done for me
I feel that I’ve melted into the wind
Freeing my soul to go
Where I’ve always needed to go
Far away from days with you
Far away from here
To some place new
My soul is untamable like a wildfire
My heart as big as the ocean
My love forever sweet
I am gone into the wind
Forever spinning with the world
I am free from the worlds restraints
Such sweetness of my love you shall never taste again
One day you will wake and morn your loss
Forever gone from you I will always be
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 2:32 PM UTC
Lavished with qualities i can't define.
Admiring the enigma of what can be us
Nothing can compare to you're elegance like wine..
Curating my emotion,turning it to lust.
Exquisite is your nature by design...
Longing for your attention as if it is air,
Asphyxiated is space without you near...
Painful as it may be, i think this is fair.
Unbinding me from you is something i fear.
Zero chance to finding someone so rare...
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC