"uncloaked" poems
in this
pocketful
of limbo
the distance rises
in curls of smoke
a prairie fire
siphoning into
crisp edge
of forest
Inside my
uncloaked ventricle
primeval forces
turn my blood into
dusted gold
as they pump
sacred texts
into my oxygen
They roll your quintessence
upon my fingers,
playing inside
my psyche's
wild ache
a spread of orifice
in spellbound mantra,
as I spit out
the
hairy thorns,
a holy purge of
internal
engravings
Somehow ---
like a miracle,
I grow ripe seedlings
from deep within
my womb
as I trip into
a universe rising
I take wisps
of your grace
as it brushes
the jut of my
astral collarbone
You are always
grounding me
like this,
my tongue
tripping
over velvet
stance of warrior
assuaged into silk
Without you,
I might be
whisked off into
the periphery
of chaos
but instead
I am simply
tied to
the urgency
of the little novas
about to
explode
While I wait
I tend to
the wildfires.
to make sure they
are still burning
I keep my honey
wet and fresh
upon your
lips,
let my pores
drip moonpools
into your glistening
wet of mouth
and only when
it is time
I let the whole of
me burst
into the
fire -wrapped
tips of
stars
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 12:56 AM UTC
It started with a hint upon the air,
the telltale heaviness of anticipation.
A few brave drops fall,
testing their reception on this earth.
Then the drops fall in earnest,
surging down on she who is uncloaked,
embracing the coolness on her skin,
each drop a sweet lingering kiss.
The thunder roars, both terrifying and exhilarating.
The lighting flashes, the wind picks up,
tangling her hair with earnest.
Yet still she stands, embolden by the chaos,
finding peace and comfort in it all.
Your love is a summer storm,
earth-shattering,
deafening,
irresistibly beautiful.
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 1:11 PM UTC
As the minutes tick by
Languidly
Seconds taking hours
To reach their goal
I ask myself
Is he here?!
Standing alone in a sea full of faces
Seeking
People turning from my
Penetrating gaze
And I ask myself
Is he here?!
Eyes closing, inwardly searching
Breathing
Thwarting the **** of noise
Head against the wall
And I tell myself
He is here!
The countdown begins
Ten, nine, eight
Eyes open
Seven, six, five
Mind uncloaked
Four, three, two
Red wine smile plastered on
One ....
Go!
A quick prayer
No!
I do not care
He is not here
Raising glasses, toasting in
The New Year
With new hopes and dreams
Untrodden - unbroken
I ask myself
Am I here?
The universe opens its arms
Embracing
Asking for wishes
Promising fulfilment,
And I ask myself
Am I here?
The old year is gone - mine to
Forget
I kiss it farewell
With no regret
And I tell myself
I am here!
And here And here
Forever
Here
(C) Pixievic 2016
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 6:03 AM UTC
how have there been nights creating space
a vault of valued silver neck---lace play button play to me
toy tutorial: how to choke me and it is hours after midnight
i am alone in my room uncloaked my pictures upon tiny tiny windows i like to lick the blood out of the slits
grow slimes after midnight like a snail click click the right things and sadden
can i sink my fangs and hydrated as it is
a wet house all of the wallpaper ruined of bottles and of men
i hate that feeling when i put my head down and that is the last thing there is nothing nothing no struggle no bodies and legs
all anger aside i must admit
me all nails and fury me all small fit below the waist die gaily then
has anyone read anything on free will or has anyone stayed or left or has anyone survived can i lend out my own copy of free will two pages high look up the line across my back have you tried to follow me before foresting in motion
**** me in my feelings i have been begging the new moon for a new moon but IT HAS NEVER APPEARED BEFORE ME
IS THERE ANYONE I CAN HIGHLIGHT IN PURPLE AND OR IS THERE ANYONE I CAN PUT MY BACK AGAINST WHO IS WILLING TO LAY A FINGER ON ME
AND I FEEL BETRAYED should i always be banned
me me in shadows i am aware i have gotten dark i have not given permission for deep-rope-denied-roulette-gratuit-whir-phantasma
EVERYONE ON THIS SLUMP STAGE IS HIDING THEIR FINGERS IN MY MOUTH ONE TO ONE TO ONE I CAN NEVER SEE THE FACE THE FACE HURTS TOO MUCH IT IS THE RED FILTER THE EXPENSIVE ONE AND I CANNOT USE TOO MUCH OF IT IT FALLS BEFORE ME I BREAK MY KNEE-CAPS THANK YOU THANK YOU IT WAS WONDERFUL
my name is ssssss-sweetness all of a sudden
i stand before you and i am so mad i want to break your face-jaw neck-jaw your everything-jaw my name is pinky pinky and mutilation is satiric and narcissistic GO BECOME SICK OF IT AND I WILL SICK AND **** YOU AND THE HINT IS IT WILL CHANGE NOW THE SMELL IS AWAITED and the blood will be beautiful
and will be replenishing i give me another three months do you like my invention please jealous you until you open again
the demon does not possess me and does not wish to thus i received
in a letter from hell thank you thank you it was miserably ethereal
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC
Drilled and enforced
You're nothing but
Dependent and controlled
And you like being told
Humanity uncloaked
Firefights stoked
Denial is justice
Denial of malice
You're the children
of hammered satire
Automatons on fire
Automatons and liars
You run around the world
But you're not asunder
You're the atlas too
The weight is on your shoulder
Prententious thoughts
Remembrance is fraught
Denial is justice
Denial of malice
You're the children
of limbless desire
Automatons on fire
Automatons and liars
And thats all you are
All flesh and bone
Only an automaton
Only an automaton
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
.
The sky hangs heavy, still and sore,
sad, it doesn't change any more.
Maybe the answers are right here,
Not up there with uncertainty and fear.
A voice cries out desperate and loud,
'every silver lining has a cloud'.
Perhaps there are no answers now,
but the future may reveal somehow.
Unmasked and uncloaked, the weary mind,
through the imagery the thoughts unwind.
A storm rages and a light bursts through,
a path, years lost, there, in full view.
Where this leads is mystery unclear,
but not up there with all the fear.
A whole new vista, could be uncertain,
the arduous task of raising the curtain.
© Pagan Paul (2016/2017)
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 5:25 PM UTC
Don't go knocking on doors that were locked from you long ago. You lost your key, the locks been changed. The welcome mat turned down. Now take your leave and go. There's no warmth left to offer to you and there's a new fire to be stoked. You burned down all that was left as your choices cast you out and all that there once was, easily revoked, quickly through that mask, your real face uncloaked. I made my home, lovingly, we built it brick by brick. Together we laid the foundation to something that would stick. We work day by day to better it, layer by layer of paint, mending all the damages and repairing any rifts. Our dedication, ambition, our drive to succeed, it never shifts. You made your bed, now lay in it. Just let that all sink in, and go throw your petty fit. You must learn to make your own way and dig yourself out of that ditch, for no help will be offered here, your poor actions live through lists. Just know that now and forever that bridge no longer exists.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 2:47 AM UTC
*October bonfires for Autumn lesser pyromaniacs ,
with Oak , Hickory and Fall leaves , ashes floating
in the Black Moon night , they ride into star clusters
then fade out of sight
Locked in flames allure , counseled by fire , glowing
embers , hypnotic flickering light , running nightfall shadows o'er the hardwood lines
Gardenia perfume , warm coats , our uncloaked breath mingling with sweet smoke , cricket songs , hand-made skewers with
bratwurst and marshmallows
Trading stories , relearning one another ,
growing stronger , warmer , drawn into the wavering glow , crackling
tinder , white ash flurry , kindling eventide mellow* ..
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 11:29 PM UTC
Death comes at an unknown hour uncloaked and silver boned. A seemingly malevolent, yet friendly finger eagerly reaches out and cuts the tenuous thread of life. Death gives a macabre smile and narrow laugh as night takes on a wrinkled texture. The oft used gates of the netherworld shriek their welcome as they enthusiastically open.
Demons and angels, sinners and saints all come together in celestial copulation. The masks of life long forgotten, the shell of the mortal buried and rotting beneath a forsaken world. Death allows a you a seemingly perpetual slumber as aeons will pass and empires will go through their gory cycle with each misty sigh.
The doorbell rings, in saunters in a man wearing an ivory suit with a cheap garish tie. A peddler of schlocky goods and empty promises. Some will hear the siren call of the carnival barker, accepting the pleading asservations of a heaven with sapphire water and embodied souls. Death, amused by this eternal drama, keeps his hand impassively ready on the unforgiving scythe.
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 2:58 AM UTC
others waltz and caper
while i stumble about
in mismatching rusted anatomy
i was a king queen,
praise my uncloaked *******
memorabilia
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 7:01 AM UTC
#
We all wear a mask
To hide whats beneath
locking away our true selves
Setting it in place, with hard concrete
Painting and decorating
It becomes colourful and bright
Our own unique mask
That we work on each night
Enhancing the features
Till its just perfect and right
It hides away our feelings
So everything will be alright.
Our souls are ugly and broke
Boring. Ghastly. Shameful.
Don't allow them to be uncloaked
Everyone else will surely revoke
Everyone will hate you
Everyone will lie
Nobody will love you
So don't even try
Is it really everyone else who made you this way?
From the way that I see it
Its you,
who lead yourself astray
I've been betrayed and forgotten
Thats what we say
Blaming everyone else
As we carry on with our childish play
A life so caught up on the outer appearance
just leaves you feeling empty
And you forget your own existence
Don't allow yourself to live this way
Because surely there will come a day
You're mask will become forgotten
And your hard work will be undone
Where your mask will slip
and crash to the ground
The decorations will shatter
and be scattered all around
And at this certain point you will come to learn
You worked on your mask so everyone could see
But you forgot that you're true self will always break free
You never allowed anyone to love you from the start
And yet you expected them to learn what was hidden under your Beautiful Mask.
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 4:27 AM UTC
In a blank by the shroud of the night,
here by the mourning peaks,
here where the snow weeps,
I've lost my body
in the bus to nowhere
I am ever the other -
rice field by the river,
where flutter the kites of joy,
that dustbowl
where still a thing of pride
to stand up to the coward
in the bully's garb;
You of the black flag,
toting borrowed guns
pimped across them holy
the lands of the vile,
what cause do you soak in blood,
the frozen streams for?
Sullied pride
for some weed-highs
trinkets, those
grenades on your thighs;
Uncloaked those that speak for you
from the pedestals in our tongue
who confer with us, yet
whisper to the dark
alleys by the sullen hour,
faceless the name of the evil
that stalks your soul -
weep, Shakuhachi,
echoing in the wells
dug deep of the earth
Here on this moonless night,
here in the valley of pain,
here I came
to give you guard
from the evil in your heart
here I die,
on the bus to nowhere.
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 12:12 PM UTC
The hands of a clock evermore pushing
out startling seconds and minutes of madness
Tic Toc
and so is the nature of time Referenced
unforgiving consistent but unable
to produce a more grand sound than two bland
words varied by one centered letter to
represent the countdown of forever
The quiet settled early and stayed and stays
Underlying but never quite lacking completely
Only
interrupted by wind in the willows
and weightless whispers and weary war cries
Everlasting it remains, the silence
Waiting to fill the epic awkward and
utterly important spaces peppered
Into our inconsistent lives, so brief
Thick and inky, sly and slinking is that
of the plane of blackness that isolates
and floods
Stuttered by silver lights scripted in
the fast solid veil of something but
nothing darkness Oh to be lost and then
found blindly in the searing solitude
of simplicity Seeing none, feeling the
mass as it presses and seeps to the core
Revel in these things that are constant and
continued for none else is so sure As
the whirlwinds of trial and triumph
shake your very soul, fall back! I tell
you Into the serum of seconds of
silence of dark Uncloaked, they will join you
this night before you sleep For they never
left They were only interrupted
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
.
Spring appears, buds of pride everywhere,
Loam to sky, water tails congregations fair.
The song of cheery woodland birds, raining
As they sputter, sprite to comly gardens laid,
From near bay window there is a leaving sea,
A growing island of green landings, a canopy.
To witness the slow motion explosions of it all,
O happy is the healing, devotions after the fall,
Freshness, moving as it rolls, old times begun
And colours enriched as they steep in the sun.
All better for catkins uncloaked, to breathy bees,
Blooming toads ring, unearthed, spring appears.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC
At Last you are
My heart of trees
My walls of stone
My whisper in the Sindarin wind
Like a homely
Gleaming
Vein of oak
Your limbs a door
Ajar to an eternity
Uncloaked
Standing
Naming Rivendell
You are the sun
My palace place
Escape from Angbands hell
As dominion fades
Ere does the tide
So does the land
East of Belfalas lie
The mountainous trees
Begin and end
With a swell of men
No more to tell
At Last you are
My heart of trees
My stone since turned
My sacred dell
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC
I want to think abount the smuge on my refrigerator
and a **** in an empty elevator
I KNOW IT WASN'T ME!!
To the deep and tangle of wood.
Of cackle and of croak.
Find me left of no regrets uncloaked with singe and smoke.
The sun unsean and far from sight
this ever dark of night.
So too shiver and of faint,
did the woods enease, envoke.
The firey hate I have of all
that I ever stoke.
So to light, or rather
fight.
The hope eternal night.
This feeling is of a drearyness.
So to other worlds alight.
So within this swamp of soot
and eyes too break of day.
Focused only for the dark,
that of yesterday.
Be the light unnatural,
Be it weeping willows.
Is the place to find me now,
I hope your dance can follow.
So forward, forward,
through the muck.
while we sink together.
An anger that we hope to shed,
this our common tether.
So upon our doorstep,
us of little faith
that we might to hold the hate
is foolishness awry
for anger is the tempest
and cleansing of our homes
for the mind is but a fabric
and the blood of God the dye
these wonders make a fool of me
andme to jest about
so could I find I better time
to worlds of lesser shake.
but cowards are around
and shimmer like a snake
I'm of a universe
I do not have a stake
So would I to a different path
that of less mistake.
this I cannot know
the wind will tell you so
it is of a place
we might never, ever go.
so tell me then .As you tire.
I write with toungh in cheek, but never
of a charlitin and never of a lier
and with the passing of your time.
you never paid a cent.
but think It funny of your mind
that I often pay to rent.
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 9:42 PM UTC
uncloaked the guise. I wrapped
them in satin ribbons and bows. And so,
they glowed under that shine. But they
were not mine. I painted them in
watercolor memories. But the colors
all ran and left a stain through the purple
misty rain. And I drank that rain in a cup. Drank
it all till I filled up. Floating in the banks of
pain. Rolling down the levee. I'd no
idea yesterday is so heavy. I carried it
on my back. I unpacked it with my blouse
and skirts, pants and boots for the worse. I've
stuffed in my bedroom drawer. Screamed
at it. I made it an outlaw! I don't dress it like
the turkey. I don't cover it in gravy like the
mashed potatoes. No, yesterday I serve raw -
I thaw it out the night before.
Dec 25, 2022
Dec 25, 2022 at 7:02 AM UTC
Picturesque perfect airfall!
Shines beauty between greeneries rebirth,
A torch or a curse,
Do we relight new tablets?
For they were here once already!!!
Dying and steady the piano keys stroke!!
Outdated, unveiled, uncloaked,
I'm fresh as the molecules I take in!!!
A representation of sin,
I play unwillingly.
The kneeling beings are approached about the throne,
Where heavens mine home,
For where is thine own young panderer?
Star wanderer of unknown distortion!!!
An old age misfortune has vexed thy crazed,
Enchanters!!!
For ive seen thy lanterns,
Now I must be guided!!!
Where thine guests are not invited,
But given all grace freely...
Wilt thou collect thine ruby onshore?
Peaceful galore...
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC
I, before your hands found me, would fly
Past murky, flaxen winds and uncloaked, brittle trees
While ticking, tocking years marched by.
How could the earth behind the bleeding sun so simply sigh
At prideless princes, careless bees and frightened, frigid fleas?
I learned before that I, without your hands, should always fly.
Speak and thread the eye of quickly and softly luring lies.
Until I play in clouds of light, gently, sweetly, please
Forestall those ticking years that slip so easily by.
Wearily I pull worn reins, thinned and tattered, below the tie
Then pray for whispered secrets and rolling, trusting, fearless seas.
I wait, but still without your hands, I learn that I may fly.
Without much left within me but a withered, ragged cry
I’ll offer up the edgeless, vast and countless shuffling sea.
We’ll watch and share those ticking years that go so quickly by.
The smell of autumn rainfall, filled with dew and golden skies,
We lay beneath and count the scars the swindling jet planes leave.
Unlocked and healed, without your hands, I know that I can fly,
But pray that ticking, tocking years go slowly, slowly by.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 11:59 AM UTC
the rythm flows nicely:
in & out, ballerina thighs;
magical and sultry, the only thing that i breathe,
grab at me desperately
(no time for human need).
today the soul has been nourished
and i've uncloaked myself to thee.
i lost something i had held on to,
but i'm so glad you lost it with me.
swirly figures in my mind's eye & bruises on weak knees.
pull me tighter,
(it's 6 am?)
but we still could go on for weeks
the freckles, snow drizzles and supernovas on your chest
have the same sole intention as me:
to leave a mark on your body & soul
so you can always feel me when there's need.
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 6:50 AM UTC
A very earie building, with the river behind watching.
The time don't stop, for the birds are your watchmen! They peer through your eyes, as the tree's smile uncloaked!
Desperate folks gather at the pool, alcoholic drink to quench, no mentioning of lunch, just the bees to flutter their stinger's! Nights grow older, neighbors get bolder. Some pestful so babilling, and vain speakings..
Sneaky seedlings spring to new life abroad, some here dress with class, as messes they make of their ownselves, what slobs!!!
None here for intellectual conversation, just horrible Penetration's to drowned out your better ideas!!
Sneeze lightly friend, for they can hear you in the sheet thin walls, this town is emptied of malls, just liquor store barrage!!!
Such a mirage...
I want a wedding like togetherness, where readiness is overtaking, and your breathe you shall lose...
From that purest love joy that is!!!
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
Back when I was in this height,
I despised cigarettes
because I have a history of it burning my finger
But one day in class,
I asked my teacher
“Why do people still keep on selling them when the box clearly says ‘Smoking is dangerous to your health?’”
The aim wasn’t at you but you took the bullet
You, out of all people,
were brave enough to outsmart someone
who should be smarter than the rest of us
All my senses went bonkers except for my sense of sight
I looked at you, my eyes selfishly held you
that I wasn’t able to bag any of your words
Up to this date
What you exactly said about those **** cigarettes
is still a question that keeps on swimming in the depths of my head
but
it always felt like
the blurry words uncloaked letter by letter
every ******* time
I inhaled you
and
exhaled you
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC
.
Spring appears, buds of pride everywhere,
Loam to sky, water tails congregations fair.
The song of cheery woodland birds, raining
As they sputter, sprite to comely gardens laid,
From near bay window there is a leaving sea,
A growing island of green landings, a canopy.
To witness the slow motion explosions of it all,
O happy is the healing, devotions after the fall,
Freshness, moving as it rolls, old times begun
And colours enriched as they steep in the sun.
All better for catkins uncloaked, to breathy bees,
Blooming toads ring, unearthed, spring appears.
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 7:25 PM UTC
the misty air reminded me of the ocean
where salty nights washed sins clean
you smelled like lucid peace
a dream in reflective satin hues
sliding down my ignorance flayed
uncloaked, unhidden, and still unrecognizable
dancing in tropical fruit facades
sanding pain into polished silver
pleas of please carried on whetted wind
winding down paths uncovered
familiarity forgone in fleeting fanciful and feckless feelings
forgotten ocean breezes lost clean slates
to pleas ignored in fanciful feckless feelings
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 11:04 AM UTC