"unifies" poems
If there’s one thing that unifies you and me, it’s heartbreak
If you’ve never experienced it to the fullest, you’ve seen it somewhere.
On your favorite tv shows, that song on the radio, on the girl’s face at the bar
On your lover’s face when you walk out the door the last time
And when you do feel it for the first time, you’ll want to be alone but please don’t be alone
You’ll want to bottle it up but
that’s a breakdown at work waiting to happen
That’s crying to his friends
That’s calling him after 1am, knowing he isn’t asleep yet
That’s driving by his apartment and holding your breath
That’s feeling like your hometown isn’t yours anymore, it’s a place you used to be with him
It’s feeling like the seasons are taunting you of when you were in love
The first fall of snow is the feeling of his hug
The lighting of the tree reminds you of warm cups of coffee on the couch
You dread New Year’s Eve because only 365 days ago, you danced with him in the street as the clock struck midnight
It’s knowing you will dance alone this year
You don’t look at your body the same way. You know how he saw it and you don’t see the beauty he did anymore
Your face doesn’t look like yours, it’s the one he used to hold in his hands
like a sparking jewel
He could marvel forever
I know he’s the first thing you think of when you wake up alone
And he wakes up next to her
Something that used to feel so concrete has been pummeled to dust
and now you’re left to scatter the ashes
So you drive by, the commons, the bbq joint, the movie theater, the lighthouse, the coffee shops, the all night diners, the book shops, the arcades, the antique stores, all the places you’ve made memories together
But please toss your heartache out the driver’s side window as you pass his apartment
because now it’s the only thing you two have in common
Dec 26, 2017
Dec 26, 2017 at 4:49 PM UTC
My feet take me across mountains and streets,
But what if there is nowhere I wish to go?
My hands obtain desire,
But what if I want nothing more?
My mouth declares and consumes,
But what if there is nothing left to say
and my thirst quenched?
My ears listen to what is said,
But what if I need not from those who speak?
My skin unifies my being,
But what if I wish to come undone?
Must I bear that which is not sought after,
Or will they detach themselves?
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 6:06 PM UTC
Alone
But
Constantly
Devising
Energetic
Faulted
Game-plans
Hanging
In
Jupiter
Killing
Love
Makes
Notions
Of
Partnership
Questionable,
Rest-assured
Sedation
Tonight
Unifies
Virtues
Within,
Xanax
Yearned
Zealot
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC
there's a hill that man cannot reach
there's cage with a lonely sage
there's girl who is harvesting on the down hills
there's a page written with peacocks feather
there's a story that gives a good morale
there's a game that unifies every one
there is a smile that reflects ones one happy life
there is a life that lives along with nature
there is a time that never waits for sand clocks
there is a wine that was from a big coconut tree
there is love that never waits for sun and moon
there is a dove that connects all the love
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 7:59 AM UTC
Friendship is not like only a hi or bye!
even not like a song of despair
but it is a song of joy,
until we never make it a coy
which is a priceless power that,
unifies emotions that flies together as ashes
It never wants any return but
sometimes it demands more than it deserves,
the moments of the past that filled our memory
with a soft touch of a solace soul,
A song of hope which makes us
desperate to subconscious commit,
though there is no commitment earlier
when you were fully conscious.
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 1:59 AM UTC
A plan would be needed
but that is the smaller picture
the bigger one being
indoctrination, blinded
whispers of insanity, a conspiracy theorist
remember though, it is a love for you I feel
thinking you may be happy inside a machine
but once you open your eyes it is not smiling
what you thought was a smile is teeth ripping you apart and spitting you out
it could be better
be not blinded by the lies fed to you on a wooden platter
you could hold the gold
peace inside your heart and home
if you but heard the voices shouting for you to join
I know you cry tears at night
we all do
stuck inside these gears that grind our bones to dust until naught is left
throwing scraps your way while the elite feast upon your soul
no time for family, no time for laughter, no time to live or die
please help us, please listen
that we are suffering but we do not have to
spread a smile a kind act, spread the truth
it is right there before you just listen
there is a veil you must lift to see
but that is why we are here guiding you with our words
and we will keep fighting even while your eyes are closed
waiting for them to open
stand up and join a movement
one that unifies the helpless
and turns them into the victors
Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 10:21 AM UTC
I would that I could clasp hands, at once, with every diasporic man
And our hands could merge and rise up as a single fist
And all the subjective shades of our own colors and the
Daze of our own druthers would be shed in the process
Yes, I find that I absorb the pain around me like a fine osmosis
That unifies the minds forged in our generation’s social suffering
And I wish my skin would grow akin and reflect a synthesis
Because there is no bliss when men bisect people into “us” and “them”
I would that I could turn my insides out and transform my ***
Organs, as a moth does surge inside a closeted cocoon
Only to emerge with wings and the power of new found flight
And I wonder if I too could sing the perspective of new heights
Because there is only ******* in a world where those who
Share the same ****** shape cannot share the same heart
Are condemned to be kept apart by taboos viewed through institution
Started by confused men, afraid to admit that making love is a free art
I would that I could push my hand into the ground and grow
Roots that drive deep, past the sand, beyond the rending flesh
Of our loved ones’ bodies and mesh with the immortal earth
As if I could bolster, with my chemical composite, the site of true birth
Because when the mightiest of the world’s glories can be
Bought and sold for the price of arbitrary ******* figures
Written in the blood of forests, in the torn face of mountains
Then we can stop ignoring the forlorn thought of dark days before us
I would that I could bring back all those lost before their time
That a rhyme could sting the cold cheeks of slaves who never
Saw a western sunrise comprised of multicolor, of many brothers
That I could brush softly the minds of couples buried not together
And scream to them that time left some bereft of victories
Yet to shape their scene, yet to substantiate their dreams
Then I would quickly reseal the doors of slumber that guard
The restless dreamers of the past before revealing the
Horrors of societies stepping once forward, then twice back
Yes, before the haunting words of hateful choruses should
Ever shape their reposeful, moral-less, and peaceful sleep
For the hopeful eyes of soulful passing activists should never weep.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 4:18 PM UTC
Physical exertion, that exhaustive feeling, pushing this broken body to its limits.
This is true freedom, for a moment all of the clutter unifies to defy annihilation
The whirlwinds of thought, ignite into a ferocious storm of gestalt intellect, racing to the end
Alas, the only goal on this horizon is a graveyard of discarded memories, each step further until, all is forgotten
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 7:35 PM UTC
Love is a funny word
I can love my wife, my friends and my kids
Willing to sacrifice my sexuality, my time and my very life
I can love a political idea, my job and my country
Willing to sacrifice friends, family and unity
And I can love sausages
Maybe the Greeks had it right to use various words
It’s hard to know the difference between
“Hiya, luv!”
“Are you alright, love?”
“This is luurve,”
and
“OH YES, I LOVE IT!”
Loving things, people, ideas and experiences
The same and different
Important and prioritised
And what unifies people as well as love?
Love is a funny word
Let’s use it some more
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 4:47 AM UTC
1. January- Patience
Patience is difficult,
Not attainable,
Elusive,
Far away,
Doesn’t come easy,
I need it
I wait for it
Patiently.
2. Feb- Uncertainty
Uncertainty is a reality
I can’t run away from it
I can’t not accept it
I can’t let it not flow in my world within and out
I can be aware of it
I can accept it
I can let it be
I can let it go…
Uncertainty is certain.
3. Mar- Hope
Hope is knowing that dawn is near
Hope is knowing that winter turns into spring
Hope is that I can get up every time I fall
Hope is in moments that count and blessings that surmount
Hope is in smiles, in holding hands and in every breath
Hope is life.
4. April- Exhaustion
Exhaustion is in my exhale
Exhaustion is in yearning for silence
Exhaustion is numbing
Exhaustion is mental, emotional, physical
Exhaustion is losing the wind beneath my wings
Exhaustion is starting all over again, yet again
Exhaustion is in giving- giving- giving without a pause
Exhaustion is need for a pause…
5. May- Self Love
Self love is life’s elixir
It’s a tribute to my existence
Its what I owe my being
Its love that unifies and makes me love others
More fully, more authentically, more truly
Self love is in my yoga
Self love is in my evolution
And embracing it fully
Self love is indulgent and also disciplining
Its non judgmental and inspirational
Self love is what I am most loyal too.
6. June- Anxiety
Anxiety is mirroring those closest with anxiety
And compounding it
Losing it
It’s a struggle.
Its real
It's not a happy space
It settles with a pause, with distancing
With distracting and with facing head on.
Anxiety- Real, Tangible, alive
Anxiety- needs strategies, needs to be tamed.
7. July- Friendship
Friendship is real and authentic
It’s not in years
It’s not in agendas
It’s not in plans
It’s in real conversations
Real sharing
Real giving
Real taking
Really the answer.
It makes us be better than we are
It lets us be the way we are
I have so many friends and each one
Has a different place on the ship.
This ship is traveling somewhere from nowhere
Friendship- Real and thriving…
8. August- Rest
Rest is cuddles
Rest is deep breaths
Rest is pause
Rest is a cup of coffee and my kindle
Rest is silence
I need rest…
9. September- Vitality
Vitality is buoyant
It is springy
It is “lets do it”
It is karma
It is action
Vitality is on
Vitality flows
Vitality is excitement and energy
Vitality is throbbing
It is life and being alive
10. October- Peace
Peace is alignment of mind body and soul
Peace is calm
Peace is within and around
Peace is a choice
Peace is facing problems and resolving them
Peace is active
Peace is my succour
Peace is OM.
11. November- The future
The future is hope filled
It's what I patiently contribute to
In the present
It's my acceptance of uncertainity
Its evolving
12. Dec - I am
I am a butterfly woman
A spirit child
Unfolding, evolving, nurturing,
Resilient, strong, capable
Magical, Sparkling and real
I am the wanderer and wonderer
I am dawn each day!
- MSD January 2021
Jun 13, 2021
Jun 13, 2021 at 10:51 AM UTC
Talk - it's cheap and full of sheep.
Air moving, mouthing, making
words to distract and bamboozle,
meaning is used to confuse you.
Colour - superfluous and intangent.
It divides just as much / as it unifies,
the masses and controls our thoughts,
trick of the light, a tailored emotion.
Taste - individuality in isolation.
Eating. Engulfing, endlessly entropic.
Consumers call connoisseurs canon,
Sordid selfish sense, seldom shared.
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 10:25 AM UTC
Death seems to come out of nowhere at times
And yet, death is everywhere
It is and one day will be everyone, and everything we know, everything we love, everything we care about
One day, it will be us
Today, death is Ian.
Death is Ian, with the goofy long hair and sleepy face and **** smile
Is it wrong to think of someone just-dead as ****
Death is everywhere, every moment, but today, tonight, death is especially heavy.
Death is questions.
Is dying from kidney failure painful?
What happens now?
Death is an empty chair and desk in several classrooms on Monday, eyes drawn toward it but not lingering.
Death is a locker full of belongings never to be opened by its owner again.
Will they empty his locker?
Use it as a memorial?
Death is knowing that the name ‘Ian’ is on the mind of so many people in Carteret tonight.
Death is never graduating from high school. Never going to college. Having kids.
Death is the negative. The permanent.
Death is personal but impersonal, impartial and omniscient.
Death is not knowing which one is better.
Death is knowing that life will go on.
Life will go on with the loss of life.
Death is personal, singular tonight, for us, but it is unifying.
More than a pep rally, more than school spirit.
Death unifies hundreds of different people tonight in a way that is unexpected, uninvited, yet irrevocable.
Death is everyone and everything. Every age, every gender, every religion, sexuality, status, history, personality.
Tonight, death is Ian Jacob.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 5:18 PM UTC
I am a surfer
A peak seeker
Looking for the next crest
The very best
The time better than the rest
The time when the energy
Flows
Grows
Glows
When every neuron in my mind combines and unifies
A grapevine fire
Each power line burns with the surge of electricity
Reconnection without surgery
Neural plasticity
Electric elasticity
In this new configuration
My mind becomes a conflagration
I glow brighter than the sun
My life has just begun
I am infinite
Yet I am one
With all the world
And it’s with me
Wireless
Electricity
Connection
With infinity
That is just the start
I am but a part
Sometimes a spark
A beacon in the dark
But often just a speck
A mote afloat in a dark ocean
And so I search, a shark in motion
I swim
I feel
I open myself to the sea
I see all the possibilities
Rippling with realities
Feeling through the frequencies
I intermingle and interact
Imbibing vibrations to guide exploration
Going with the flow
Until that flow shows me freedom
When I swim in the deep end
With a pool of other motes
Each of us just one note
But when we sing in harmony
There is no beauty quite as free
Each of us ignites
Fire on the water
Glowing oh so bright
Entangled, getting tauter
We connect and intersect
The energy demands respect
The motive is beyond suspect
We live, we die, we resurrect
We flow together
Create a wave
The wave
My favorite
I savor it
I crave for it
I was made for it
Because I am a surfer
I ride this wave
I am this wave
One of many molecules
Sparkling with untold joules
Electrical, aquatic
Our flow so hypnotic
Clean, fresh, non-toxic
Neon, tidal
Unfinished, untitled
Undiminished, unbridled
A perpetual motion
In this vast ocean
Once we were alone
Now we’ve found a home
I sought this peak
And now I summit
Eventually we all plummet
Back down to sea level
And yet I still revel
I unwind in the undertow
Beached when the tide is low
I still bask in the wonder though
Awash in the afterglow
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 11:03 AM UTC
I met you for the first time
Rather unexpectedly
On a Thursday night
An upstairs gig in town
Hadn't been in quite some while
And you, no never before
I arrive before the show
A lone man and concertina
Play a weeping lament
For the lost children of Aran
And the hopes they carried
To the devil of a western sea
It was standing room only
Save a few lonely seats
At occupied and chattering tables
For which i dared not tread
So I slunk to the shadows
To a half wall
Left side of the bar
And watched it all
As another now enters
I swear he's wearing my coat
He's younger but shorter than me
My soul knows that i wear it better
Yet it is he that unifies tables
That I but watch from afar
As introductions are made
Strangers transform
To like minded souls
No more lonely seats remain
Only lonely half walls
And half sentences of the mind
As once again,
I don't want to be
Who it is
I am left to be
Of who it is
I am meant to be
The show commences
And it does not take long
For the singer to introduce you
Through words and through song
Violet Gibson as Irish as can be
But it is to Rome
In a year long gone
That you go
To leave your mark
And to a fascist dictator
You fired your shot
Grazing Mussolini's' miserable snout
You aimed to ****
But it was not your day
As the crowds howl
They lead you away
Mad as a box of frogs and old rags
That is what they say
As they expel you back
To dear old blighty
Our old colonial foe
Not ten years since
Your country rose to be free
You find yourself back
Incarcerated in an asylum
For life and for death
A window
A blackbird
A rose garden
All that you are left to possess
For you never get to go free
Unrepentant and unbowed
A violet not a rose
As once again,
You remain steadfastly proud
Of who it is
You were left to be
Who it is
You were meant to be
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 12:46 PM UTC
Memories Toy Chest
Something most hold in common is the joy from a child's first toy
Marking time with bounces of a ball or combing a dolls hair, simple samples when life was still fair
Teddy bear on a tricycle towing a red wagon became a daily highlight for freckled faced boy
Sand box unifies the block, Tonka trucks take over, shovel & pail never fail, forming fundamental liaisons, fresh friends unknown to despair
Christmas tree bearing notions, free fodder for the toddler, tiny top fascinating for a tot older sibling needs a little more to not be a bore, each gift reveals internal joy
Crayons and coloring books fill a nook, many images and glimpses of our past, memories now memoirs, all of life's offerings nothing can compare
Focused on fledgling fiascos too more amorous teen things, flash before a crash, skateboard or Schwinn California cruiser either a bruiser when seeking search and destroy
Army men cheap to begin before g.i. Joe or barbies, cap gun for fun, noise for playing on the run, never standing still long enough to stare
Grandmas egg money the best for a stash of cash, bought candy or unknown present I would never resent, she was a kid at heart acting old merely her decoy
Glimpse through a child eyes, thought or flashback of childhood and early life, fishing pole or frisbee a cheap fee for a lifetime memory, simple sample of how we care
Lifes diary often leaves out those trifles that came for free, when we never feared a future unknown, nothing lost when not seen, a minds toy chest held close to the vest the items enclosed permanent parts of our history R.C.
Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 7:11 AM UTC
Of time, to meditate upon, will not be the meditation
begun with.
Time thought to itself: I shall be short and concise,
long and imprecise, and in the middle you are...
presently.
To trickle less into more--more into less...for what
wanes documents scarcity.
Drinks the bitter drop, and elongates a weary grin.
Time assumes the rite of Way, as we wait submissively...
and in accumulation of wait on wait--we wait no more.
Our turn is taken up, in turn.
Why the trilogy of a past, present and future?
What Physician unifies light outer and inner, in a
concentrated beam...to pass over our three eyes?
Perhaps an eye for, kept upon--each pillar of time's
trilogy.
Time ensnares our volition to ensure our grace, as the
wind that enlisteth not, bespeaks of it.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 12:30 PM UTC
I speak of a Love that goes beyond infinity.
An infinity that will continue to echo on
across time even after this shell
withers away into infinite pieces.
An infinity that knits two separate hearts,
two separate souls
and unifies them as
One heart, One soul.
From within these infinities is where I exist,
Silently piecing together the
shards of our forgotten existences.
From within these eternities is
where we are always together,
both this lifetime and the ones to come,
forever lost but somehow always found,
broken yet completely whole, in each other’s arms.
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 12:48 PM UTC
You are my charming sparkling sweetheart
Mysteriously peerless and saucy
Beloved, delectable, and lovable lover boy
Wickedly glistening hotness
Your machoness travels to the core of my heart
Makes me call your name
Indulge in your game
In the harmonious crash-hot hours
The fresh earthy smell
Of your gorgeous flamboyant architecture
Captivates and pervades my senses
Such wondrously worshipful warmth
The way your skin unifies with mine
Chocolate-box toned hotness
You cradle my gayness
You exhilarate the superb curves
Of my brightly colored body
I feel your stirring fervor
The way you move your hands
On my bodacious boops
Bite my delightful rigid points
Display your wicked wild side
Entangle me in your booming luminous flame
Indefatigable illuminating magicalness
Slay me with your snake-like sensual moves
Pure atomic pressure, you sink me into your glory
Make me adore you forever
Aug 2, 2022
Aug 2, 2022 at 9:13 AM UTC
Music is what I live for
It lightens the world with its sound
It brings hope to those enduring the worst
It unifies the soul & mind
It brings peace & hell to those who listen
Music is when the soul speaks
Music is revenge, sadness, strengh, & power
Music is what can calm a mind in distress
It is the true voice of the artist
A melodic tune of the deepest inner thoughts
Music causes true change and satisfaction
A warning of what is soon to come
A rendition of memories of significance
Bringer of happiness & remorse
An inspiration
A pick me up
Able to make someone move
Celebration of life
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 10:26 AM UTC
Gray straight rain, no wind, multi-dimension layers of meaning; each strand a voice of information that starts and ends at the same place.
There is initially a tangled array of random movement brought forth with an awareness of the cross-dimensional configuration showing a deep reaching tunnel of bits and pouring of perpendicular abstraction that makes sense only to the unintended.
Each carrying a spark of finality upon touchdown, only to be rudely laughed at by the wizards of universal motion. Bouncing, dancing, splattering to a river of smooth, wet rollicking journey.
Rolling, meandering films of sheen, coating the ground in an endless search for a destination while understanding that the cycle is perpetual; dancing up to the stars to await another episode of release.
It began with such directed energy of meaning and now succumbs to a humid, vaporized blanket of tranquility causing dropping lines, shunning leaves and streaming rivulets of anticipation; waiting to commune and chortle and mock the dryness that it mottles into one simple palette.
Never ceasing energy mops the residue in a retreating, shimmying, calculated tidal return; undulating shapes and recognition of the same existence being instantly different and we may not realize the illusion before us.
Each moment storing a placeholder in memory of the washing of the earth and our consciousness that flows from story to story; time telling a silent and certain rendition of rivers past that unifies its path with vibrational filaments in a sing-song lilt of joy.
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 1:52 PM UTC