"ungrounded" poems
Creativity
&
Madness
I've walked the razor's edge.
Playing it straight
In public places
No one knew
The thoughts and voices
Running around my head.
Fortune dictated
I never made it
To the walking dead.
Secret sharers
Come to me
At the beginning
And at the end
Of their plunge
Into that madness
Falling off the ledge.
No sleep came to them
Electronic insomnia
Ran them.
Cars became creatures
Screaming at them
As real as the table
Between us.
Imagination run wild
A chariot
The horses sweating
And running full speed
The reins either
Flapping untamed
Or
Imagination chained
Directed into these lines.
Creativity
&
Madness
At the razor's edge.
Disorganization
Voices screaming
When the wind is silent.
Miming up against the walls
No one can see them at all.
And in space as they said
"No one can hear you scream"
And space surrounds me.
Creativity
&
Madness
Pros & cons
Cost benefit ratios
*** makes it worse
The roots ungrounded
Crystal gears it up
Alcohol numbs the
Mind with depression's
Blanket of dread.
While ****** leaves
You strung out and lead.
The drugs they give you
Leaves you walking dead
But calm and able
To
Play it straight in public places
Far from the
Razor's edge
Of creativity & madness.
What's a poor boy to do?
Wind up sleeping in the park?
Cold wet encampment bound
Lost in the landscape
Of madness
Sights
Shadows,
A mind full
Of old echoes
Blinding.
How do we walk
This line?
A few fall over
A few are left behind.
Some never know what they could find
And some find that it all resides
At the intersection
At the razor's edge...
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 1:05 PM UTC
Fandango cartography
Dance of our lives
Verbarxenelasia breast but not thigh
Ruricolist unmentionables off to the side
Blowlamp irradiance, pistil niche guide
Sacerdotal ceremony the cloven hoof of ******* saints
Intrinsic allegory to despoil trust and heart deflate
Inaudible uproarious potvaliant jingoism schism
Suppurateing deep held fears ungrounded sparks annihilate
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC
whose heart beats the hardest
when you're just as crazy -
as homesick as an astronaut
floating in zero gravity
feeling lost and ungrounded as
you drift around and around?
full of confused energy
in a controlled chaos. just
imagine sitting out on the
front porch in the middle of an
electric storm and getting soaked
to the bone but still feeling as raw
as ever before. there's nothing
you can do to feel the same way again;
about anything. ever.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 9:24 AM UTC
Dear Fear,
There was a time I trusted you.
A time you would never lie,
but something happened,
it changed as time went by.
You protected me from accidents,
and your concern was well founded,
but then you frightened me,
in ways that proved ungrounded.
You fed me with lots of lies,
things that just were not true.
Confused about what was real,
still somehow believing you.
Fear I have learned the hard way,
that though I have to live with you,
I have to be very honest with myself,
before I act on what you say or do.
(c)c 6th November 2010
Nov 6, 2010
Nov 6, 2010 at 3:27 AM UTC
On Monday
you are sponges
Squeezed empty by
Pokemon tournaments and
Supernatural Watchathons
On Wednesday
you are dictionaries
lexicons of hyperbolic histrionics
thesauri of sturm and drang and
angsty angsty goodness
But Friday
you are IMDB
airbenders and Fassbender and
light bending across the sails
of a ship bound for the
unreal
implausible
impossible
unnatural
illogical
while Monday
you are rabid
like word-eating mongrels
and Wednesday
you are 1930's radios
spewing never-before-heard myths and mysteries
but Friday
you are careening
between the moons of Jupiter
ungrounded
unfettered
untethered
unrealistic
imaginative
but Friday
you are
gone gone gone gone
gone
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 5:06 PM UTC
Every last highway narrowed to road diminished to ruts reduced to trail
eroded to footsteps and ended, choked by weeds, in all directions. Every last one.
Status Quo has led to dire starvation, protected behind walls.
With no options the city is dumbfounded in famine.
But Nature concentrates disconnected genius and ungrounded creativity in a few souls,
So unique they don't fit in, isolated by their own perceptions.
Society cruelly throws them out to suffer alone the cold wilds,
into the throng of ravenous wolves. Just as Nature intended.
Few of the outcasts survive, and fewer of those resourceful souls live to tell, or care to return.
The town warily welcomes them home, but celebrate the path that was forged to a new harvest.
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 3:20 PM UTC
The Cri de Coeur
screeches urgent emotion
but their Exclamations
are unpicked , back to determination
Did the Revellers needlessly pay for this their Summer ?
But for Capricious truths
they now run fickle and jarred
naked is the heart of the matter,
a hastened path runs counterintuitive
as empty silences often veers
ungrounded.
Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 3:44 PM UTC
This is me running from my life
as it chases me down -
School books, schedules and dollar signs in hand
I’m running from a life without You
Nay – without a You.
Unable to find a voice within the self
That demands control and declares hope
Finding only memories of whispers wet –
Nay – soaked - with intimacy
and the reality of an honest experience
I’m running in self-silence to the sounds of:
“Forget Me not”
“Thou shalt not”
“Can You just not…?”
When there was a You
and We were an Us…
I could stop running
Be ever so gently still
Let the ******** rush me from behind
Let it break on my back...
And feel the tsunamis fail to drown me.
You kept me grounded
And it dawns on me that I’m not running from my life
I’m running for it.
Nov 15, 2010
Nov 15, 2010 at 11:46 AM UTC
People wait for thunderstorms (zap) to power their plant
Thunder storm chasers racing on a quest to get smacked
Ungrounded, the foundation wasn't built for this weather
Given into the gust (gust) and hope and pray that the tethers
Can hold taut when the storm front is rearing toward the condition
of needing power inherent, expose your mind to the issue
Build up my wall, and give me another burst to ignore it
Give me a drink, give me a smoke, maybe some tv before it
gives me a migraine, take two of these it'll mask pain
take a few more it'll mask everything that's on your brain
While the defiant are lined protesting calamity striking
and others lay dormant forming only rolling frequency finding
on the dot, off two clicks, give it a shift, check the sell by date
old **** new **** enlightening don't discriminate
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 5:13 AM UTC
benjamin franklin was created by benjamin franklin
one of his most ingenious inventions
you could never read all the books about him
when you finish one, two more have been written
i party in his colossal footsteps
thanks ben, for lending me all those volumes from your library
you invented bifocals, i see clearly
your stove warms my heart
i give away my **** too -- no patents for me either
let’s jam sometime on your glass armonica
i’m packing one of your divided soup bowls on my next ocean trip
i’m sick of losing my clam chowder to the waves
these terms you added to the lexicon:
"battery," "positive," "negative," "conductor," "discharge"
i’m positive i bought a battery the other day
you designed the first penny – only now an anachronism
no matter how many of those saved pennies have been earned
all those aphorisms, my god
i bet you mumble them in your sleep
you started the philosophical society, me the secret music society
you studied whirlwinds and gulf streams when sailing to london for a cup of coffee
you designed flippers, hung onto a kite for windsurfing
used the kite to summon lightning
invite me next time you blow up a thunder house with an ungrounded lightning rod
we’ll make pittsburgh tremble
and congrats on the grounded lightning rods
you saved millions of people and neutralized religion
it’s not the deadly finger of god, the vengeance of the lord
it’s just a buzz
lighting the streets at night comes in handy
though the night watchman concept has gotten a bit fascist
brokering the french alliance was stellar for our onion soup supply
but your suggestion that we unite these states
i’m not sure that one’s gonna stick
and thomas jefferson was a cockblocker
we declare independence from his scolding us for all our mademoiselles
Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 5:12 AM UTC
You will find me tilting at windmills
on a familiar old landscape
Or running and jumping as high as I can
as my shadow I try to escape
Ungrounded in reality
preferring to live in dreams
of what might be but probably wont
tis my lot or so it seems
I believe my future is mine to make
the same way yours is for you,
and if there’s a dream you truly want
then it really can come true
So climb aboard and hold on tight
we can share the journey to its end
shape our future together
go and see what’s round every bend
Better that than sitting here
and waiting for life to arrive
after all it’s a life that’s meant to be lived
not one that we can ever survive
Oct 30, 2010
Oct 30, 2010 at 10:49 AM UTC
Flying in the stars
It's kind of a blissful thing
It's like touching that which cannot be touched
It's like first love
It shocks my nerves into complete paralysis
A gateway
An addiction
Crystals, floating
Take it or not
I'll float,
Both involuntarily and willingly
I've shocked those watching
The eyes that disappear as the lights beneath me fade
A dimension between reality and heaven
I'll die if I stay here
Rusty anchors keep me from flight
But yet I stay ungrounded in the midst of my bliss
Oh my soul, keep me among the stars.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 4:16 PM UTC
a tree only stands tall
because of its roots
buried so deep
so not to fall
but i never grew or sprouted
things as such to keep
i was yanked out of place
ungrounded
again
and then again
so instead of growing roots
into the next place i land
i count on the surety of leaving
the comfort in knowing
i could discover new sand
i am a nomad
adapted to this life
in fact
addicted
i will not grow roots if i stay
i will wilt and die
like a flower in a vase.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
you broke it
you broke your promise just like you broke my trust
im tired of trying and hoping that you will change
you broke it
i find it funny that you think im the one being selfish
i continue to trust you
as you take more and more advantage of that
it hurts that im losing you to something like this
i put my faith and trust into you
i feel like you wasted my time
you wasted my energy
because i used it to try and help you change
there's obviously no change
you told me again just today that you've changed
but as time passes i find out more and more how you haven't
in fact, you've gotten worse
i hate getting yelled at for confronting you
i hate that you confide in my sister for advice
i hate that you make the choices that you do
i hate that you hurt me more and more every day
i hate that you think that its okay
i hate that i haven't given up yet
i hate that i push people i love away to be with you
i hate what you're turning me into
i hate the names that you call me
you say that you were just joking, but it actually hurts
i hate the new things you have tell me every day
because 9 out of 10 times they're bad
i hate that i hate so much about you
i hate that i feel anything but love and enjoyment towards you
i used to worship you
i used to think that nobody was more perfect for me
you wonder why i haven't worked to get ungrounded
its because being grounded gives me an excuse
an excuse to say no to parties and bad ideas that you have
its so much easier to say that im grounded rather than i don't want to
im sorry that i feel this way
im sorry that i tried to fix what was going on with you
i should've recognized that it was "none of my business"
so here's to me being sorry for caring<3
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 10:25 AM UTC
I get quiet when I’m scared
Nervous, when I feel unprepared
I get anxious when I’m alone
Lonely, when I lose sight of myself;
Ungrounded
Far from home....
Aug 3, 2021
Aug 3, 2021 at 6:30 PM UTC
Echoes Life, that once felt from light,
Unduly ample for my individual sight,
A genuine Self-a particle ungrounded-
Each we see, all tinctures of all shade
By interposition of calignosity made,
Remain it veritably Life unbounded?
Ev'ry thought, woe, joy of live breath,
Is it stronger than inevitable Death?
-Life is Death, as yet unfounded.
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 9:53 PM UTC
I’ve never been so cold
While lying next to you
I’ve lost that hand to hold
You watch my skin turn deathly blue
I am the venison
Left unwanted after the hunt
Still warm, sensitive
Dying in the cold front
I only wish I freeze peaceful
The snow covers me white
My death comes so blissful
As the moon overtakes the night
The hunters have left to kiss their women
Hug their kids and sleep soundly
While my decayed body is unwritten
And my spirit is ungrounded
Doe of the night,
Wisting away in the wind
The soul of The Taken takes flight
And finds his own ending
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 3:08 PM UTC
And for a split second I felt free.
Perhaps freer than I have ever been.
Relying on the shoulders of a stranger.
It couldn't have come at a better time.
The acquaintance of seeing yourself in someone else.
Perhaps it's better that I choose to not know you or this moment
we know as perfect
would come to a screeching halt.
Seeing you, seeing me for anyone you choose In the compassion of thought.
There we stood within arms reach, yet we embraced the full distance of privacy.
I mean after all would we truly come to understand each other if we tried.
Who's to say that full disclosure would lead to total certainty or uncertainty.
The question still provokes.
As uncertain as it may be, electricity is still dangerous.
Still it paves the way as a connection is sparked.
In the likely hood of a grounded current.
We'd be sure to cross again.
As sure as plastic melts, as sure as glass is soon to shatter.
Left ungrounded.
We all have a beginning and end.
In ultimate truth I agreed, in some form we continue to introduce ourselves to our former selfs.
To an extent, I admire addicts.
They aren't afraid to be who they really are.
And like that.
Two conductors were exposed to the repeated trace of static shock.
Exhibited behind glass in the most beautiful of explosion
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 8:26 AM UTC
(you also know your mind lies, how do you determine truth?
-You'll be able to feel it if you listen closely)
(you know with your heart;
You have disconnected from your body, which is why you doubt yourself)
Your mind thinks
Your heart knows
Your feelings confirm
Your mind thinks, gets anxious, ungrounded and turns on yourself
.
Your heart, bitter at being ignored, lashes out in hopes that if you could only feel the damage you are doing to yourself,
you might pay attention
Dec 15, 2022
Dec 15, 2022 at 4:50 AM UTC
She craved adventure while he shied away. She'd step off the edge of a cliff, knowing she'd fall or fly, not caring which. While he'd stand by her side, ready to move, yet strings still attached, refusing to let him be ungrounded.
She longed so much for something other than automated responses and faked opinions. Something more than just a mirror.
Her mind was a canvas, waiting to be colored, while he remained hidden under plastic, to keep sheltered with all his domestic familiarity.
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
She is of the water
Of some ungrounded, unexplored region
She is something that could slip right through your fingers
You can see it in her clear blue eyes
He is of nature
Unmoving, unchanging, and strong
He is something that could last forever
You can see it in his hazel eyes
Yet, she is a girl raised in the mountains
And he, raised by ocean tides
Perhaps what first gravitated them toward each other
Lived far within their eyes
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC
With earth
I ground
my feet
in soil
rooted in life
secure with branches
intertwined in the ecosystem
foundation is my purpose
in this level
nourishment
truth
health
family
boundaries
prosperity
home
keep me afloat or in despair
find me at the base of the spine
I highlight all things physical
my orientation is to self-preserve
my right is to be
here on earth
to have
fear feeds this demon
it disrupts all above when ungrounded
I say to myself
I stand tall
and grow my roots
deep into the earth
I am safe here
Mar 3, 2021
Mar 3, 2021 at 1:22 AM UTC
I'm not afraid of strangers
But.. maybe I should be
My belief in people's ability
To be good
Is it ungrounded?
Or was it just a stupid dream..
A reality that only lives
In the unrestricted wilds of my imagination's depths?
The setting was dark
Night time on a suburban outskirt street
Light poles spill out orange light
Coloring the sidewalk ahead of me
But I'm not walking for leisure
I'm walking away from something
All I have is an echo of voices
Voices that wish to destroy all I have
Despite all I have residing in a single van.
At this point I have nothing
I am homeless
And I am hated
Nothing too strange to not exist in reality
Maybe I should be afraid of strangers
My hurried shuffling brings me to a van
That I recognize as my own
That I recognize as my home.
But what's inside is unrecognizable
A body quick to rise
A face I've never seen that speaks with a voice I've never heard
"Get out of here, this is my car"
He said..
This car is all I have.. I couldn't let it go
"No, it's mine and I can prove it. I have the key."
I respond with all confidence
He's in the wrong and I can prove it
But in a moment right and wrong is no longer based in logic
He pulls out a gun.
Why would someone who doesn't know me
Be so ready to **** me..
And for what..?
A car..?
I've heard of people dying for less in this world
Maybe I should be afraid of strangers
So now I turn around
Running as best I can
While curses, threats, and insults are thrown at me
But they have no sting
Nothing can hurt me with my adrenaline so high
Knowing that I'm trapped in this street with no cover
Running away with no chance of escape
Just going through the motions
As I wait to hear the gunshot that ends me
And then I woke up.
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 8:45 PM UTC
I'm doing away with my grandiose dreams
And settling for reality
But reality isn't as enticing
As the extravagant creations
My seeking mind constructs
Reality is boring,
But reality is real
It it forces me to feel
In my bubble of creation
Where I feel like I have so much control
I dream of things that cause celebration
But things can turn ugly quickly
When nightmares feel too real
My mind screams out into
The void of unfeeling in my heart
I reach out my hands, searching
Grasping for stability
On a firm foundation
But I feel cast out in infinite space
Floating, without control
Reality can seem
So much more promising
Though it's tedious at times
And seemingly more dull
Compared to my imaginings
Maybe I can arrive somewhere
Right in the middle of
Reality and Imagination
Grounded creativity
Neither too monotonous or
too ungrounded
With both feet on the ground,
An open heart
And a artistic mind
All working for the same purpose
To bring some healing
Into this world.
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC
We (as far as I can remember)
Started out to recreate a sane conversation
In which facts of all shades and shapes would
Simply emerge and connect themselves into
Acting structures.
There was a phase in which
Burgeoning ways and means of
Unearthing and spreading these bits
Occupied and riveted most attention;
Followed by something – Fear? Sense? –
Expressing as allergens to ungrounded factoids
And structures acting not from meaning
But obviously from the hindbrain.
After who knows how many rounds of
Lunge feint riposte I found my little self in a
Small drifting group which seems mostly set on
Maintaining through and despite all that something
Uniquely value-added – esthetic, mimetic, cosmogenic or
In any case fertile in cross-breeding ways – is going to fly
On be nurtured and eventually cover the terraqueous globe.
But there seems to be a tacit condition set in this local world,
That the “novel factoid” stream from ongoing earth-21st century
Goings on be ignored. Which begs the question of why do we need
1,200 geosynchronous satellites to do this.
Or –
Was that my drift?
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 1:48 PM UTC