"unbinds" poems
*Below the emerald mountaintops,
Guardians of the ocean breeze,
One finds a valley of fair crops,
Delicate soil, & buzzing bees.
Convivial whips of sunlight
Stroke lavish groves of hardy trees.
On every branch, hidden from sight,
Fruit slumber underneath the leaves.
It is no wonder that Steinbeck
Cherished his California roots;
The land of viridescent trek,
Unyielding sunshine, & fresh fruits.
Here placid air unbinds the chains
Which hinder a poetic mind.
Away from life’s rigorous strains,
Deep thoughts are vividly defined.
In the midst of the Salinas Valley,
Ideas amass wings with which to soar...*
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 10:27 AM UTC
O, Lord Death
Whose skeletal wings unfurl towards the void
Protecting the balance of existence
The universal dichotomy
O, Wise Reaper
Who does not discriminate nor distinguish
And with unwavering certainty
Decides the fate of all
O, Dark Master
Whose hallowed name is the purest form of music
And surely the most haunting
Resonating in my dreams
O, Fallen King
Whose touch unbinds me from man's ignorance
If only they could understand
Your gift is that of freedom
O, Soul Shepherd
Your paradise was not lost but merely misplaced
Yet fear not, wayfaring lord
For I have discovered its truth
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC
‘Allowed Rockies, I understand the empyrean choice
for Olympus—why Jove barred all mortals from knowing the wondrous
high atop a peak—the clear air—thin crisp, ever present
breeze that cuts through the body.
Heracles—transcender from human
to god; immortal fire setting his mortal flesh to ash
to scatter into the dirt so he may sit high upon
deathless Olympus—above man and woman. As the Rockies
stand above the new world—unlike Olympus, the Rockies stand
indiff’rent to the affairs of men and women.
Heracles—
who in wake of Asia’s venture to the cave where the protean
spawn of Jove’s lust upon Thetis befell to veil—unbinds
humanity’s one true immortal patron: Prometheus—
whose only want, and whose only single fault: bestow upon
humanity immortal fire—the spark to enlighten
mental parity with gods.
Embers that burst to flame in the
heart and mind of such a fiery thinker as Zarathustra:
who taught to go over not under—over humanity,
transcend the status quo—climb! Rise above—where the
crisp clean air can whisk away the smog of congestion—congestion
of thought—congestion in all form. Zarathustra who showed
us the bellows to fuel our Promethean gift.
For the
Rockies are not ephemeral; they will stand tall long after
humans are gone; fire will raze their trees without human prevention;
like Heracles, the flames will only burn mortal evergreen
flesh to ash, and the mountains will endure immortal—from that
ash, that darkness life will arise as it always has for millennia.
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 12:50 AM UTC
He took her to his cabin up in the northern woods
so no one could hear her scream
when he tied her to the four post bed
to live out all his dreams
now she calls him Master
when he unbinds her from the bed
but still he makes her subject to
the whims inside his head
Now and then he lets her run
naked on a leash
but locks her in the spider hole
when it's time for him to teach
He knows she'll never get away
He'll make her love his hell
searching for what makes her smile
'neath his Stockholm syndrome spell
He F 'd her up and beat her down
until she finally came around
So beautiful in her black and blue
She whimpered "Master, I love you"
Then he knew
Her Stockholm love was true
He gently kissed her ****** face
and the bruises he so carefully placed
Held her in her broken disgrace
because her Stockholm love was true
Now they're always together
with their twisted violent love
He finally truly fell for her
and she can't get enough
Stockholm love!
He hits her with a rubber hose
She bites him on the thigh
scratching her name across his back
he slaps her 'til she cries
Stockholm love!
They love that they are lovers
profuse! profane! profound!
and when she finally got the chance
she tied her lover down
He loved her like no other
She understood his love
So she f 'd him up and beat him down
until they'd had enough
but he didn't comprehend
the depth of her Stockholm love
She blew him away with a shot gun blast
just so she could ***
Stockholm love!
Look out! Look out!
If you see her in your town
She won't be charmed
and she's always armed
so don't you stick around
She'll F ' you up and beat you down
Until she gets enough
Stockholm! Shot gun! Love!
Roosty
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 10:33 AM UTC
A naturist, I shed the day’s tight notes—
My flesh unbinds as cello strings softly sway
The bath exhales a vapor-softened throat,
Its liquid song dissolves the stress of day.
You breach my silence while my fingers play—
No words, just layers pooled where footsteps passed.
The water hums a frequency unchained,
Your back rests softly, knows my ******* are cast.
Your fingers trace my folds, our tones slowly grow—
A throbbing drone our mingled pores now greet.
The soundscape swells where flesh begins to know
The crush of solitude our heat completes.
The water cools, yet still our bodies own
Two silences embraced by undertow.
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 6:00 PM UTC
Deep inside the pain can hide
lingers & thrives.
My heart unbinds, my mind unwinds.
Wishing I could go back
make you mine.
Hold you till the end of time.
My life's outta line as my heart unbinds.
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 1:31 AM UTC
There will be more than one book
And perhaps five hundred tests
I fear the loanshark baby
And Ive felt the poisonous debt
6 thousand days Ive slaved
Shed too many tears
All for a wage obeyed
Poverty our modern fear
I feed the offspring well
With table scraps of upperclass
They can't even tell
Their made with broken dreams
Stories i cannot sell
Worth every moment
From time to time unspoken kind
Woven fabric of ethical mind
Unbinds
And here we find
The absence of tragic
Lies
That magic of creation
That imagination
That curious
Furious fire
That burns
That
Life in the works
"Daddy, why are you going back to school?"
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 5:45 PM UTC
It's the vibration of you
carrying love clear to see
the resonance of two
aligned, us, we, you + me
balance found
the surprising delight of
newly trod fertile ground
the ways we relate
openly communicate
unbinds joy limitless,
and so it abounds
the warmth of your belly skin
against my cheek laid dear
tender caresses do begin
with your warmest embraces
as you draw me in closer, near
breath carried tiny kisses
infinite in number
bringing too
a newly found peace
I am content and renewed
curled in your arms to slumber
emotional landscapes
painted in hues of affection
open hearts open minds
receptive & kind
no need of deflection
or even protection
safe, warm, happy at peace
to discover this sweeter love
and true loves release.
J.C. honey-tiger 15/06/2019.
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 11:53 AM UTC
The closing day,
The black and white,
It fades,
Allows refracting light,
To shine anew with colors bright,
To blind and bruise metallic eyes,
The time to live has come and gone,
And come again as life moves on,
The day is running into night,
Beyond demands so imprecise,
A calm is claimed,
A balm applied,
The soul restored,
A whole contrived,
With love to live the fold unbinds,
The ribs, they rise,
The pulse subsides,
At home alast,
A dome of glass,
The world is realigned and vast,
The view is taken from inside,
A house secure and sacred.
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 11:34 PM UTC
{~~~}
Night lasting
Frozen minds
Quiet thoughts
Love unbinds
Drawing pain
Etching images
A World so silent
Words unlimited
Shadows dancing
Frigid dark
Frosted black
Dying sparks
Hollowed sound
Dulling sight
Fractured sense
Weakened light
Barely Breathing
Unmoving soul
No emotions
A world so cold
Open mouths
Unheard words
Frozen faces
Reflections of hurt
Crimson colors
Endless flow
Bleeding hearts
Expressions that know
Broken promises
Empty vows
Dead silence
That he allows
Wide eyed gaze
Watching this world
Watching her
A broken heart unfurled
A world so dark
Black with hate
Shaded with sorrow
Voiced too late
A world so broken
Always shaking
From words unspoken
Heart still breaking
A dawn never to be
A moon never to rise
What a world to see
Behind blue eyes
{~~~}
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 11:36 AM UTC
Its in the beats
the in betweens
staccato breaths
the staggered sighs
all nots are slipped
liberating why's
as pulses thrum
cheeks do flush
loves rhythmic drum
obeys no rush
gifting time to the need
on gentle knees
supersaturation
feed crystals seed
fractal light ignites
behind my eyes
glistened drops of light
unbinds sinewed ties
all felt in between
the pumps and beats
our rising passion
turns up the heat
fused together
dissolving walls
time cracks and shivers
as fervent breaths rise
to sighs ecstatic falls
J.C. 11/09/2019.
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 3:46 PM UTC
Circumstances never define us
Turned advances, if ever they refine us
Life isn't chance, only thoughts moving behind us
What is the past but certain reminders
The future, its timeless, it is now, one enhances the mind and unbinds us
Line by line, sign by sign, we are the fire of our own refinement
Personalities never belie men, Thoughts loaded and blinding, Spirit's alignment, we are our own guidance
Invest your time spent, experience the truth with your eyes
There it lies in, in the end I am who I am
We are dying men, groups of pride, begging to differ and always trying
Blind, always turning the eyes away from the truth inside
In shame and denial, we look to the sky, as if there's something up there we are ever going to find
We weren't made, good things just come in time
Believe the truth, for the truth is in the lies, what one is taught can always be tried, experiences can never be denied
The kingdom is inside the collective divide, In the now until our demise
Or until the one true source is realized...
©Anthony D Colon 2015
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 10:11 AM UTC
This be the wandering through the maze of the mind,the thoughts to forget are the ones that I find,the distinctive taste of a waste and the waste in the taste of it.
To the left and the right darkness blinds me, unbinds and unwinds the light until the light becomes strands which are held in my hands and with this light I move on,through rooms I thought gone where lay the remains of the memory,disdainful,resentful but pulling me through to more rooms I do not want to see.
I wander no more,my feet blistered and sore but my mind crystal clear,in the twist and the turn there is something I learn and I turn back to see the maze within me.
Unwound now I found how to navigate the paths that I take,through this maze we can make it alone,
but alone's not a home that takes two.
I wait here waiting for you
to arrive.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 6:37 AM UTC