"uncloud" poems
Bring it on
I will fight
Let your words loose upon my
Infant heart
Whip and whip again
Gaze at me with your
Estranged lens
Leave me to fend for myself
Let me hurt
Whether or not I shall rise again
I will be the victor
Of my end
My dreadful..
Dreadful
End...
*Be gentle
Show me your hand*
Be gentle...
Lighten your gaze and
Uncloud your lens
Let me love you
Before the end..
For estranged
With estranged
From estranged
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 7:21 AM UTC
Focusing straight ahead, unfocused, as
sound waves pleasure my ears.
Unconsciously conscious as
wind slaps my face with life.
Freely taking mandatory curves as
heat permeates my being.
Arriving oriented, confused as
the clouds uncloud my vision.
A journey's end, a beginning as
I ponder "how did I get here?"
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 1:09 PM UTC
Damnably grey, I sink into
A lightless sea. My breath falls
In gasps of air, my eyes
Shut as gas rises. Dear Pity
May you have my lungs fill with
Cold, watery iron until the
Sharks carry my pieces like
Prayers to fishing boats.
Stuck in the colloid
Of my wasteful life I create
My own shadow - malachite jaw
Swallow me before I am
Forced to burn the belly of
A whale. Moon thief lends
My paper body a dapple of stolen
Light to dry my soggy skin.
If only the black water could
Clean between my numb ears -
Instead it sits tepid and full of
Mosquitos leaking with eggs and blood.
All I wish is for a wind to
Uncloud me, for air to inflate
Me. I breathe, I breathe -
More fool I.
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
we were born
empty
vessels to be filled with
longing for
purpose
only to be
the used
versions of ourselves
living to
pursue living
denying
to pursue
dying
consumed by all
desire
lay across
my
paths discretely
****** by constant
wants
to change
how the world views
me
sun comes a
new day!
the body becomes
empty slate
begins
sliding
swinging
by again!
Nightingale reappears
forwards
my emotion
primal
to contain
vessels open
by
unused
space
and parts
to fill the
whole.
we are designed
escape the Torment
souls (have faces too)
ashes endowed
roots to
uncloud
the human mind
free
begins
in deep pikes
Breaking
the ground.
we,
to You
resound
Consciousness
vile disguise!
freeing
vessels no more.
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 3:46 PM UTC
afterwards,
lying there,
panting,
throats raw from roaring,
finger-shaped bruises all over,
too sore to move,
when we slowly uncloud from the bliss,
do we even remember the moves?
Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 12:35 PM UTC
Have
come to quiet
the voices
to wrap them in
sea-fret, to set
them aside for a while.
Rest ankles in campion barrows,
to search for the wonder
we lost in the chase for tomorrow.
To smile with the guise of a child,
if the moment be woken,
And, should it arise
from my somber entwines,
exalt in the pleasure of being,
supine in the seconds
of mystical present. Alive
in the genuine time
of my life.
Have
come to quiet
the voices
To wrap them in
sea- fret to set
Them aside for a while.
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 1:40 AM UTC
Write it big
Write it strong
Write it eternal,
…a poets song
Make your words clear
Make right from wrong
The message short,
…the meaning long
This time only lent
The whispers uncloud
The opening prescient,
…reasons abound
Write it forever
Write it out loud
Within the moment,
…happening now
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 11:39 AM UTC