"unbolt" poems
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.
Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.
Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.
Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 8:58 AM UTC
Beneath,
I amused fear,
drowning immersed in faith.
Near my final breath I mused Latin,
the etymology of 'entertain'.
*Tormented;
by mistake.
Entertaining fear,
over entertaining faith.*
In the quiet silence of revelation,
I took stock,
&
looked up,
180° degrees,
poised
&
compassed
my flesh,
to
unbolt
the chains
of misdirection
bound to the recess of my soul.
Unleashed!
Now to hike the proverbial mountain,
cobbled
in the boots of Wisdom.
Contemplative.
Afloat,
aloft its height,
coiffured
safe
by the proverb,
transfigured,
by wisdom of consciousness.
© Qwey.ku
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC
Ears in the turrets hear
Hands grumble on the door,
Eyes in the gables see
The fingers at the locks.
Shall I unbolt or stay
Alone till the day I die
Unseen by stranger-eyes
In this white house?
Hands, hold you poison or grapes?
Beyond this island bound
By a thin sea of flesh
And a bone coast,
The land lies out of sound
And the hills out of mind.
No birds or flying fish
Disturbs this island's rest.
Ears in this island hear
The wind pass like a fire,
Eyes in this island see
Ships anchor off the bay.
Shall I run to the ships
With the wind in my hair,
Or stay till the day I die
And welcome no sailor?
Ships, hold you poison or grapes?
Hands grumble on the door,
Ships anchor off the bay,
Rain beats the sand and slates.
Shall I let in the stranger,
Shall I welcome the sailor,
Or stay till the day I die?
Hands of the stranger and holds of the ships,
Hold you poison or grapes?
2.3k
From the seas he returns.
Our ****** feet, reunited, grind into the same grimy ground
He has returned threatened and escorted
He is the inescapable praying prey, cornered by im/mortal forces
I/we, the I’m mortal, the stunning Gorgon mask with
The dummy serpents squirming and lusting to be unearthed,
We march to bring justice to love and ***
We protrude the fiery blood red tongue at his feet.
Take flight, exhale, touch the sun
X marks the spot in the center, the bullseye, the end
The flesh creates the reality the squealers
shriek and unbolt the doors to reveal the contaminated stains of
truth
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 8:40 AM UTC
I felt the sudden change in the air
As icy breath clung I was made aware
Outside my window the shadows fell
But it was too early for night to tell
Still it was cold and dark I know
Then came that knock upon the door
"Thomas , whom I come looking for
Won't you open up for evermore ?"
I shook with fear , for all the years
Suddenly I was filled with tears
I had always made my covered bed
And in absolution I held my head
Still you have no earthy clue
When comes that knock upon the wood
"Thomas , oh Thomas , if you would
Unbolt the lock now if you could."
I stood in silence , made not a sound
But by the shadow upon the ground
I knew he waited so patiently
Waiting ! Waiting , there for me
"Come Thomas , the seconds few
You cannot avoid what's in store for you
Do not bother looking for the key
For I have kept it safely here with me ."
I said I was not afraid of Death
That I would not bend in my final breath
Then I remembered my father's passing
How the stillness became so everlasting
And I knew I was no more special
That life is certainly full and spacial
So I opened up the door
"I am Thomas , the Thomas of whom you do implore ."
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC
Early morning breeze -
I'd never missed you so far!
But today when I woke up to the dawn
You passed by me like the softest dream.
Your soothing touch on my dry skin
Felt like I'd never been caressed before
Your mellow whispers into my soul
Left me longing for your company, more!
Your earthy scent and warmth exposed
Made me take a few steps towards you, close!
But as the rains peeped in, I whined and cringed
And forced you out, ending our lovely meeting!
I won't promise you I'd be back again...
But I know you'd be waiting at my door
Waiting to hear the latch unbolt,
Waiting to be ushered into a 'room' that's cold!
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 11:46 PM UTC
9:13 p.m. on Wednesday
sitting, bolted to this bar,
next to tired tropes and worn out jokes
I've met a million times or more.
And the drinks all swirl together
and they start to taste the same
going down
or coming up.
It really doesn't matter much.
If the streets looked any different,
they'd still bear familiar names:
trees and states and Presidents--
Left turn, snowfall, sitting fences,
walking home
and getting old. These towns all
look alike, with weeks spent walking
in the cold.
And the salt on the sidewalks
might season your footsteps--
sure--
a steady, frigid cadence
carried through like a threat:
shallow and petty, from downtown to home.
Alone on the sidewalk,
it's 7 below.
And I don't know
what that is in Celsius,
but I know there's no home
for at least
another block or 2.
I came clean in muddy puddles,
***** slush and snowbound streets,
in towns that looked alike.
Tonight, I'm headed for clean sheets.
So close the doors, unbolt the patrons
Thursday morning, 2 a.m.
And it never feels like half an answer
when I push my front door
shut again.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC
how can you hurt someone so much
and just not care
how can you cause someone so much pain
and later do it again
how can you willingly take such control
how can you willingly live in such a black hole
it makes me feel the worst thing i can feel
helpless
i just cant believe how its so real
i hate this feeling
i hate times like these
i hate not being able to do anything
im gonna go crazy
im gonna break loose
im gonna break everything
break as if i have nothing to loose
i wanna do something
i wanna move
a wanna effect things
effect them how i choose
i hate this terrible feeling
of not feeling good
not feeling
the way that i should
i feel like im in this black space
i cant see anything
i cant reach anything
creating constant hate
their is nothing
solid
nothing to touch
no chair to sit on
not even a floor
nothing to stand on
no windows
no doors
no friends
nothing more
everything less
nothing there
only blackness
i feel like ive been put in this tiny box with no air holes
and each time i take a breath
i just get closer to death
do you realize
can you see
that this is happening to me
just because i think differently
just because i dont look the same
just because i play a different type of game
just because im on a different team
just because i dont understand what you mean
just because i step to hip-hop
just because i head bang to heavy metal rock
just because im addicted to MTV
just because i dont have money
just because i helped my little sister when she fell in the mud
just because i picked up and threw away a cigarette bud
i feel so alone
i need a mom or a dad
i need a friend
someone to be here when im sad
i wish that one day
someone would stop staring and help me
because whenever im helpless
there's always someone there to see
i wish someone would unbolt the box
and give me a breath of fresh air
and then tell me
that the next breath will be waiting right their
i wish someone would show me
that there are more feelings
besides sorrow and pain
more weathers
beside lightning storms and rain
better escapes
besides violence and death
better ways to end your crying
and still draw breaths
most people dont understad
that all it takes
is one person
to ruin a life
all it takes
is the push of the right button
to bring someone down without a fight
but it also only takes one person
to save a life
to unscrew the right bolts
and give some fresh air and light
to give hope
to throw down a rope
and pull someone up out of the dark
and tell them that life doesn't always have to be hard
to show that there are people out their with more feelings than just hate
people that can make you laugh
and smile
and make life worth while
these people are your family and friends
these people can shoo away all your sorrow and pain
these people can make you believe in good people again
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 12:37 PM UTC
I arise alone,
Having less time than yesterday.
Suppressing the urge to idle
I forsake my repose.
I unbolt the drawer
And make a selection.
Preparation in silence for the day
Sustaining my hunger to last the day.
I set out from the door
To burn my legs upon nature;
No hand recognizes my presence,
For the wind stands still.
Stopping but journeying through life
An unrivaled struggle resides ahead.
Then I am challenged here,
And stoically fight through fatigue.
I alternate my room
To practice what I preach
And labor obsessively to breed a seed.
A hand sails past my window at twilight.
Then confidence finds me
And guides me to orate the answers.
For I know these matters,
Presiding at the peak of the caste.
The roots of my seed dig elsewhere.
I glide into the brisk wind
Hearing trillions of hands applaud me
As I amble home again.
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 4:51 PM UTC
Unbolt this cursed door. I say,
Unchain this changing lock.
Take the mirrors from the Window -
I think I can fill that spot
Between your lines of Paradise -
Within the ripples of the pond,
To depths - I dream - to reach,
Create Internalizing bonds
Between the one I used to be
And what he may become
Laced together presently -
Three (or four) turn One.
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 10:39 PM UTC
You can run, you can hide
But you won't get far
Cos I’m outside
In your dreams
Through your day
Where you turn
I’m in the way
Bury me deep
Place the stone
Read the speech
Walk alone
I see you
What you did wrong
Bolt the door
Protect your soul
Build the barricade
Dig the hole
I’m in your mind now
Do you see
Yes, it’s really me
Unbolt the door
Tear the barricade down
I’m all around
How do you get free
You can run, you can hide
But you won't get far
Cos i’m outside
I’m pushing
Surely you can see
Your only option
Is on the tree.
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 7:42 AM UTC
Here is my heart, shrouded in thick
cloaks and fortified behind tall walls.
It now sleeps in the lap of darkness
snug and sheltered from the unknown.
The palace of ice is its home and
everything around it is frozen, damp, impenetrable.
Not even the warmest sunshine could get
this far and deep into the realm of murky waters.
The muscles have hardened with age, the blood
barely makes it in and out of the doors.
As brittle as glass it had become, afraid
that it will shatter into pieces in someone's hands.
Never leave this place, it kept chanting these
words for years now, content with the cold.
But did it really want to stay here all its life
fearing and shunning everything outside its cavern?
Here you are, explorer of the distant worlds and
seeker of treasures that are worth more than gold.
Your strange maps have somehow revealed my
whereabouts that were kept secret all this while.
What made you take this path, I wonder, you
could've gone anywhere but you chose this route.
Thrice you knocked on my doors;
I was almost there, ready to unbolt and unlock.
Wait, said the heart, don't let that person in;
what if they hurt me, we don't want that now, do we?
But you stood there waiting for me to open up,
chiseling sculptures out of the ice to amuse yourself.
Little chinks were now forming in the walls;
at last, your perseverance has amazed me.
Maybe it would do no harm to peep out for a second,
I said to the heart, but was I really sure?
Here we are, standing on either side of the cracks,
fumbling to strike a conversation.
The heart raced around at full speed, no amount
of constant reassurance could calm it down.
It was then I heard you telling me stories about the places
you've gone to and the memories you made there.
Your voice thawed my heart, the blood rushed in it
and started making music inside me.
I sat down listening and the sun started to sink,
orange, red, pink, purple, the heart stared at the sky.
You taught it how to laugh, how to cry, how to
get hurt, how to heal, how to forgive and how to love.
The heart never felt so exposed yet safe, timid
yet composed, vulnerable yet at peace with itself.
Now when it opens the windows to breathe in some
fresh air, I ask it - since when did you get so brave?
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC
They roam the streets when all is dark
mischief and mayhem is their lark
they have the most grotesque of features
with heads the size of watermelons
and clinging clawing talons for hands
at night best you stay in and not roam this land
Spinning with fury they bring destruction
tearing up trees in parks under construction
the noise of them wailing and screaming
makes for a nightmare, yet you're not dreaming
they shake your windows and rattle on doors
poor pets like cats and dogs do cover their ears with their paws
These horrid monsters of mayhem
swear and curse pleading for you to let them in
but never unbolt your doors
and never leave a window open, it's a sin
for if you do, it would be a foolish thing
as monsters of mayhem only chaos do they bring
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
Will we care to know who we are,
unbolt our mind and explore.
Boundless lands are a leap away,
yet we decide to stay where we were.
Holding on to careless memories that slip,
we make a conundrum of our life.
Eyes turn to faucets that sob till dusk
and nurture pain that body expels.
Second chances that God showers us with
can drag us towards a utopia.
If our reluctance still shows up,
we must be foolish to preach for mercy.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 8:37 AM UTC