"unharnessed" poems
pretty words for pretty girls
*courageous caress of a send key pressed,
after practicing
speechless up to the assumed,
up to assured point of perfect,
flawlessness, visible in each invisible breath,
pauses full of poignant stories unspoken
but eye cleared visible for seeing the future*
pretty words for pretty girls
*intuition incorporates superstition,
unending, intending infatuated moon gazing,
but not pagan worshiping, no it is love worshiping
your hiding cave places are moon apertures dark spots,
impenetrable to my eye’s naked telescoping,
but heartbeats spring my unharnessed love poems to you
me and millions whisper in full certainty of our
lost but beloved presences, moon stored for us,
my darling dares the light shine upon my bay,
here to me, our path, a moonlight waving hand
provides on many nights, a clear direction to follow,
pseudo-thrills of continence that my vision uncovers,
but my body knows is but a poor substitute*
pretty words for pretty girls
*my disease has a diagnosis.
your body attacked,
your body reacts,
defeats the infector,
remembering the next time
that disease comes round
how it got beat prior
and how to do it again*
so how come I’m falling love once more?*
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 5:20 PM UTC
Why can't I find the flames that once burned beneath skin?
Changed from warm to cold and dark
Reality's breath blew out the fire deep in me
Transformed my core into coals black, chalky, and dark
Attempting to force a glimmer of hope in my eyes
Ignite carefree wonder with a spark of belief
Then I could be unharnessed and rile passion
That scalds any unwanted lingering grief
Beyond these pages is genuine pain
Still alive though my heart won't beat
A hundred perfect words could not replace
Sought-after inferno, world devoid of heat
Head hung low in debilitating failure
Dragging feet with purposeful defiance
Mistakes resting their weight on my back
Hunt for embers in half-hearted compliance
One candle lit to awaken misplaced zeal
Eternity tried silently stealing away
Sunset has the right shades of Orange and red
But lacks love it used to invoke each day
I am overanalyzing this
Eventually find the ecstasy that died
Don't care if It's a person, place, or idea
Something out there will rekindle lost feelings inside
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 6:40 PM UTC
It came gently,
Like a leaf
undulating
after a gust of wind
breaks it loose.
An ebb and flow
As step by step
it became crystal clear
this long awaited tryst
Would not take place.
Like a delicate leaf
gracefully spiralling
to its resting place,
I took defeat in stride.
head high,
my pride not arrogance,
but an appropriate
Ladylike shield.
You were perfect..gentle
and a man.
That is, after all, why
though dry to the touch
I hold a flame to you still.
You placed me gently
on the bed
where other casualties
of love and fantasy
turn to dust
through time's
compassionate touch.
Yet hope I harbor
in my hardened veins still..
gentle like a hummingbird's heart beat,
pathetic as a defeated gambler,
that this affair will revive itself.
That the let down,
final for now,
Is not forever.
Until then I heave a restful sigh
And bid you well, secret love.
farewell!
farewell fragile, unharnessed dream.
Crunch!
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
is the lady kosher
when she talks on the subject
of integrity
that is a bit rich
for some to ingest
surely she must think
they're not onto
her falsehood crest
honesty pays
when dealing with folks
yet on many occasions
she's unharnessed
its yoke
her principles were shredded
by the things she did utter
oh for her lips
to convey
the proper
taste of butter
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 6:59 PM UTC
They look at me
through their worn down features.
They've got lines
all over their faces
each a mark of frequented emotion.
Their suits are cut to perfection,
or else they haven't showered in months.
It doesn't make a difference,
this type of man...
are all the same in their bones.
They want my freshness,
the smooth touch of my skin,
the soft curls and curves
that haven't yet been worn rough by age.
They want the twist of my smile
my brightness, my beauty.
They see
untamed, unharnessed, naiveté
sparkling in my eyes,
and they want it.
They want me to make them happy,
and through our word play
I can see it in their eyes.
The longing, the lust, the belittlement.
The twist of my smile slowly drops down,
The sparkle in my eye sizzles out.
But my brightness?
It burns hot.
I am not naive, I know that you want me.
I am not yours for the taking.
My brightness burns hot,
and I will scorch you to your bones.
(Parents, raise your sons right)
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
We've been evolving with music,
ever since our mothers heart beats,
special and different,
terminally unique,
flabbergasted freaks,
trapped,
poverty stricken and weak,
little *****
unharnessed potential sleeps,
forced into a corner of naughty
left handed niche,
never gonna be right,
no matter how hard we tried to please,
surrounded by subterfuge ,to fool we,
And force us to be,
other than that which is 3,
oppressed with an Iron fist ,
that was planned ,pummeling,
our creative needs,
like bricks in a washing machines,
Never get cleaned,
Discombobulated,
Artiste,
wearing our souls on our sleeves,
it's not like we never told you,
What WE wanted to be,
Traitors sounding dis-eased,
somethings never gonna change,
best believe,
they just wait and become more vague,
and strange and displeased.
The only escape and coping mechanism sufficient
4 1 2 survive,
and preserve the real we,
Alchemists? , Magicians? thieves?
thrive
and get a life
ub3
and feel alive,
Our duty to share and express
our majesty
and universal given creative talents!
aka
" Balancing heavy burdens on bended knees"
the most precious ancient currency
Deep in the concrete jungle,
amongst all kinds of ******
Only dead fish go with the flow!
And never stumble
Just their for the ride
with ease,
swimming upstream,
brings light
providing us with,the fortitude and spiritual stamina,
to stay alive &survive;
for the streets,
that is required,
in order
4 We 2 b 3
and able to
keep on keeping on,
no matter what's gone on,
Got 2 B strong
by any means necessary,
suffering
through these astonishing catastrophes,
written in stone,
war and peace,
4 what doesn't ****
hones and
must make strengths increase,
as out of the darkness comes the light,
like a beast to a priest,
That we are still here to share,
no matter what!
express ,believe and receive,
creating, creative, creations...
exposing the woods from the trees
WE big people ,
have to bend,
and ponder,
and weep.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
Talk to me hold me.
Tell me what u feel .
My heart yearns for your touch,
Your laugh it runs through my veins,
like a drug,
my addiction is
unkindled, unharnessed, unbelievable.
I want to know your name,
who you are
But for now i wait in silence for you,
my drug my addiction my nameless face and faceless name
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
The sadness creeps beneath my skin.
Shards of glass in my veins.
The unending grey seeps in through my pores.
Consuming me slowly.
A shrill sound with no reprieve.
The shouting behind my eyes.
My psyche tears like the fiber of meat.
Ripping ragged edges.
Deterioration.
Memories like fabric.
Ripples like silk.
Unlocking sealed vaults.
Excavating the contents.
A landslide.
Immense pain.
Like a fork against your molars.
A pinging sensation.
A jolt to wake you in the night.
Theres no reprieve from the ache.
The feeling of being crushed.
A rubber band around your ribs.
Your bones beg.
Crack.
Bone marrow replaced with sadness.
Too much to contain.
Pressure against the confines bone.
Snapping in two at any second.
Any bit of intelligence has been ruined.
I'm strung out in my sadness.
All thoughts are electric current.
Unharnessed.
An itchy soul.
Yearning for space.
Desperate.
Waiting for the skin to split.
Fire beginning in your fingers.
Flames licking your lungs.
The underside of your muscles burn.
Swallowed whole.
Pressure against my skull.
Fluid and mass.
The seams may split.
Spilling out.
Boiling over.
Needing peace like water.
High noon in summer.
Your throat betraying you.
Begging to quench it's thirst.
Slamming my fists against the ground.
Pulverizing the flesh of my knuckles.
Screaming into the darkness.
Praying to the gods.
Begging for mercy.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 8:54 AM UTC
I like songs with rough edges
Ones that sound like they were created
in the dusty corners of someone’s garage
Songs that were recorded with ancient
and ailing equipment
That play back fuzzy and distorted
Songs that are raw and unfinished
Songs with unharnessed emotion
They aren’t mellow or soothing
They offend with every beat
They have corners and sharp spines
They cut and tear with each chord
I like songs with rough edges
Because they can pierce through my skin
My shields are powerless
All defenses are rendered ineffective
I am left exposed
I like songs with rough edges
Because they force me to feel
The things I had locked out
The things I have been so afraid of letting in
The things that remind me that I'm only human
I like songs with rough edges
That match my own
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
Winter flakes fall, alive, alone,
Bright like ivory, cold like bone,
Peaceful and silent, they ride the wind,
Brushing snow-swept faces, chapped, skinned.
Icy sidewalks lay and stare,
Smooth glassy pathway reflecting brisk air,
The sky quietly murmurs a shade of bluish-grey,
Clouds block the sun, dulling this December day.
Trees stripped bare by merciless freeze,
Unwrapped, they suffer, nobody sees,
A lifetime of labor hangs from every limb,
Waiting for Summer to begin.
Mountains far off watch in greif,
For greenery's sake pray for relief,
Blistering rage unharnessed, free,
Is a predator gobbling all it can see.
Winter's love and hate collide,
As unpredictable as ocean's tide,
Moment by moment, fading away,
The beginning of tomorrow, end of today.
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 8:05 PM UTC
“love isn’t easy” they say;
but it seems to go smoothly when you’re falling
free and unharnessed,
into pools of love
where smiles naturally find its way
and everything feels right —
until gravity shifts and tides change
and trust is lost and the pain remains
realizing your hands and chest are empty,
when there’s nothing left but that sinking feeling
that never leaves.
and they were right.
Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 12:11 PM UTC
A sparkling afternoon
with a veteran of the slave ships.
Our careless liberty.
My hands on her hips.
Adrift on the water
and ending too soon.
Last night we walked the salmon run,
and spoke with our eyes.
Her honeyed tounge
Numbing my deceit.
Like a Colombian curse.
With her in the tower.
Laid bare to addiction.
In the hot moisture of our fusion.
Dew drops from her salty skin,
indulging each exquisite sin,
unharnessed.
Bound for daybreak.
Once I might have had the nerve
to sabotage the Polar Star.
With a road flare in the engine room
or an auger bit below.
But time has torn the spine from me.
And groomed me for humanity.
I've bent my knee to smoke and fear
And now I know the lash.
When winter comes I'll hit Cordova
and find out where she keeps her dogs.
So that I might lay beside them,
with my gentle hands upon them,
and howl for her return.
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 4:20 PM UTC
Weighed down by the heavy cloak of depression
And his tormented brain
He searched for the answers in a bottle
He reached the bottom and sank even deeper into the pit
Senses intoxicated
Clearly not on his right mind
He fumbled around in the medicine cabinet
Seeking the ultimate way out
The pills were calling out to him
“We can free you”
So he swallowed the lot, washed down with yet more liquor
The chemicals began to dance through his veins
Releasing their deadly poison
He was overcome
Unconsciousness set in
Contorted and convulsing he buckled and slumped to the floor
She found him this time
Like the time before
Out cold, black mucus running out of his mouth
His ‘guardian angel’
She dialled 999
20 years later
And history repeats itself
This time he phones her to confess
The cycle resumes
Frantic calls to the authorities
Interminable waiting
Can he be brought back from the brink?
Yet again he is saved
But not cured
A ticking bomb free to wreak havoc
Upon his blood ties
Unharnessed rage and anger
Eluding the ‘system’ once more
A life saved
But a life sentence imposed on his ‘loved’ ones
When will it ever end?!
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 5:17 PM UTC