"undersand" poems
Inner working of my insanity you know well.
green fairy cube of sugar over ice water
its tender journey few need to undersand.
So you travle a abstract road and bury your soul
underneath the ice.
Cold in hell beauthy in darkness veils of sanity but
velvet embers of a strange haunting scene.
It is the curse and i the moth to it's flame.
death of tommorows cast visions of a oceans sound.
I am but a leaf cast over dark waters never struggle just drift.
In history I travle speaking in tones surreal to my ear.
if so shall i slip will insanity be but a moment fractured in dream.
Screams in a far off space so distant from mine.
No pain exists here for im gone in form.
A painting in a stars t moon cast scenes erased by light.
Where i go none should follow for the price is
only for the distant in thought to pay.
Emptyness cascades in the past so for now here i yern only to
stay.
Green in light wormwoods fire sweet in bliss.
No path is ever set.
Tragedy in play i cast no regrets apon my stage.
A ear in respect a razor in hand.
I slice into a faint glimmer no pain shall I understand
nights cloak the dawn days cast stories unwritten.
In genius we find insanitys child.
Broken glass cuts clear my moments are chipped
as of stone.
Time knows me not for i am but speck in a waters fall.
Nightmares and my destined fate.
Kissed of vemon.
She in madness hold's open the path to
my visions gate.
Between death and dream insanity and a razors gleam.
From the darkest space does my page bleed to write.
Will you **** my thought only glorify the loss of mind.
In the drinks madness my genius I shall never yern to find.
Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 6:24 AM UTC
You wear your presence lightly,
you politely undermine it
for the folks who'd find it fright'ning
in the normal daily grind
You are jocular and flighty
wear a self-effacing grace
although your shoulders might be mighty
were they not so undermined
We met at a rehearsal
for an amateur dramatic act
to shrink the universal
to a comfortable size
They took a work of genius
the timeless peerless grandeur
and they whittled it to meaninglessness -
There I caught your eye.
"I hear you need a drummer!"
you intoned in toffee baritone
and sad, diluted Shakespeare
did evaporate tout suite
"We're gigging in the summer!"
I replied in my delight and then
I knew I'd found a friend
who might just help me keep the beat.
I found you were an artist
of broken, brittle beauty
who believed an artists' duty
was to challenge and defy
Who had washed up in the genteel
artists' village of Kircudbright
where the art is safe and snooty,
boats and trees and sunny sky
But your canvas is elastic
is electric and eclectic
as you drastically cast an angry
eye across it all
Any prettiness is sitting
on a nauseous unwellness
where the skeleton of Elvis
boogies by a butcher's stall
Well we found some fellow feeling
in our mutual defiance
casting darts at art and science
and amusing just ourselves
Made some music, sank some bevvies
wrote a book, got raging drunk
but what we managed withered, shrunk
by what we planned and simply shelved.
Well it seems that I've been hoping
that our business was unfinished
that our plans were undiminished
by the passing of the years
That some catalyst would manifest
and shake us into action
dissipate the dull distraction
of the daily hopes and fears.
But it seems that you are leaving
that your talent, brightly blazing
and the fact that you're amazing
has been missed by this wee town
Well I undersand it, ******
but I'll miss you now, my brother
and the tumbled jumbled colour
that you spun from Solway brown.
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC
Did you think you was gonna pull the wolf over my eyes
Why do you talk stupid?
To make you undersand!
Dont you know it's a dog eat dog world out there, it's survival of the fattest
There you go talking stupid again!!
And there you go understanding again
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
Open your heart, open your hands,
close your eyes.
Dive in feeling.
Make your transcendence experience happened.
Totally open minded.
I dont know who I am.
But I feel that.
You can be mine experience and I can become yours experience.
I can help you undersand the spirit molecule inside of you.
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 7:18 AM UTC
Departed is my soul
from its body,
undersand I do not......
Lost I am
not knowing my true tradition
confused I am about my genes
well,im made of genes of two people
yet im only sure about one person.
Abandoned I have been.....
your presence I do not know
your voice I cant trace
hence I only heard it then and you disapeared
even your ****** appearance I can not spot
painfull it gets for every reason
in every season. Never do I get that conditional love
since your presence lacks at every condition
pity I cried till my eyes fell off
searched everywhere I did till I felt
There is no use
your love is everything I've ever crave for
But the indefinable opposite is all I've ever got
short of words I am
Describe you I can not
cause I know nothing about you
fatherless I feel
yet I have a father
even though everything proves I'm fatherless
I still do have a father
Little is my faith
that ill ever know you
im lost and you know it
but never do you try to find me
even though you brought me into this world
I still feel im in a different world from yours
im lost and you.......
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 5:17 PM UTC
Standing in the wind
wishing I could start agian,
but yet
I relize I can't.
I try to get up, or move, or walk,
but yet
I relize I can't.
Now they come to
terrorize me agian.
They grab me by the arm
and take me away once more.
But yet,
I dont undersand why.
They take me underground
to see their high master.
So they can decide my fate once more.
He took one look,
and smiled his evil smile,
and told the gaurds
to do the extreme to me.
I cry,scream, and try to tear my way out,
but only in my mind.
Because i relize
if I did it outloud,
I would surely die.
But yet,
something still came out
of my mouth once more.
Now the king
told them to do the extreme
plus more.
Now I've done it.
I've killed myself today.
I will not be able
to breath or live for another day.
They take me away
to where they will **** me today.
So now I wait
for my fate to come,
and start to pray.
They start to beat me,
and throw me agianst the rocks.
But I relize,
I do not feel any pain.
I feel strength growing
in my arms
and start to think
I can live another day.
But before they hit me agian,
a light shines.
It takes away
every drop of darkness
in the world.
A person comes down,
tells me to stand back,
and starts to fight
agianst them.
They flee in fright,
because of what is in their sight.
I really dont know why they ran,
but yet
I relize I didn't see the face of the man.
He turned around
and I instantly relized
this wasn't any ordinary man.
This was the lord, my savior,
the ruler of the light.
I could not beleive my sight.
He takes my hand,
and asks me to walk with him.
Then he takes me
out of here
to never go back agian.
He lifts me free,
and I am forever faithfull to him.
He takes me to his kingdom
where I am forever free.
To walk
and talk
and live worry free.
I can finally be in a greatfull peace.
I reize now,
I can finally start agian once more.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 5:52 PM UTC
Where is my muse today?
I stare out windows at the grey
Wasteland filled with rain.
Where did the fervor go?
Did it fly away,
To rain sodden trees,
To fall and quench clay,
From budding twigs and stunted
Leaves?
Where is the fire today?
Lifes cold, so dull and plain.
If I pray for warmth, will it stay,
Or be extinguished by the rain?
Where is the vigor,
That filled my days in youth?
Why won't it manifest in adult figure?
Was it exhausted by the search for truth?
Truth, what is it?
Is it found in flowers,
Or does each man write his own,
Sitting in a shady bower?
Truth, what is it?
Will I find it if I pray?
So many questions, and here I sit.
Where is my muse today?
I stare out windows at the wasteland,
Rain sodden trees, stunted leaves, all
Grey,
Life made of clay, and will, to
Undersand,
Questions posed by a spring day.
May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 7:07 AM UTC
I know secret air
your wild ocean winds
stabbing angels
pretending to be people.
I see stars dripping outside
every lonely window,
turn over my spirit
to soft whispers.
Darkness sings
stars fly falling
still you ask me
to master white storm.
This part of me no longer craves bodies,
my walls begin rising
nobody has time to undersand what we all go through.
It's fine.
I'll keep it to myself.
My hard burn cry bolting for the galloping green pastures.
Hoping to tune back in
to a station playing for
love and children.
My dust ghost space knows how to power ache flow hoping to find
your running rainbow lips
promising eternal sunshine
for quiet pen minds.
Melt my waves
piece by piece.
Are there any eyes who love
my silent sun inside?
Nobody sees us when we turn back to mist,
fearless to remember
the path of totality
when my solitary roots
slip down to be counseled
by pure water
trembling still
from underground sun
injected by honeycombs
lying still in floating pools
I turn to you forgetting how to speak.
Vast sea taking my edge,
your calm waters making me forget
I ever bled.
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC
It's not bright like other days
Stormy afternoons are strange but tranquil
It feels like I have landed in some other century
I feel calm...my pain goes away
The music hits different
As I sit in dark...writing
There is something about them...I never undersand
I feel nostalgic...and I kinda love feeling that way
I miss someone really bad...I don't know it's whom?
But my heart gets overwhelmed, and it's not empty anymore.
Stormy afternoons are dark but most beautiful!
The storm and the roaring wind turns me brand new!
But I am left wishing for it to return...
as the maddening sun comes out.
Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 1:48 AM UTC