"uninfluenced" poems
She abstracts me from thinking in correspondence.
The symbiosis between us is an ilk drawn by oblivion and distaste.
My intellectual property in fact has been decocted by the thud of her voice, uninfluenced of her literal aphorism.
Her whimsicality disproves my goal of escape disproportionately, leading to an incontestable emotion.
My useless trickery disintegrates and I succumb un-admittedly.
She is the symphony to any verbal effect, the rhyme to an attempted haiku.
She is the immaterial love that brings me disruption and unprepared musings.
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 9:49 AM UTC
The last time
I drove up here
With these people
You were with me too
You said you liked
The farmland- it appealed
To your sense
Of order
I tried to explain to you
How disorderly
It really was-
Because it's really
The natural world,
Uninfluenced by man,
That's orderly
Because us humans,
With our self-destructive
Monocultures which exist
To support our self-destructive
Industries,
Produce 98% of our corn
For just about anything
But human consumption...
But you didn't understand that
Of course,
So we sat in silence
For a few minutes
As I failed
To understand you too
And I should have known then,
As you failed to see the world
As an oncoming apocalypse
Revealed through shades of corn
And I failed
To see the world
As anything but,
That though everything was fine
On so many levels
Beneath the surface,
At some fundamental level
We, like the corn industry,
Were unsustainable
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
Your tread has become dreary,
Heavy and weary;
You have forgotten why you walk.
Long ago,
You stepped on your once innocent, Brightly burning wick,
Obliviously,
Until it was out,
Cold and buried,
Many feet underneath the dull landscape
You now walk across.
You have forgotten how to see;
Your eyes have sunk
Into the recesses of your thoughts.
They jump from light to light,
Like a frantic moth,
Following instincts yet unaware
Of its own light,
Its senses hammered
By its impulses.
You taste only extremes,
Overindulge in fanciful delights;
Your tongue gets drunk,
Then passes out,
Your mind convinced it has tasted
Satisfaction
And nothing more can be
Or is required.
You have forgotten yourself,
Your colourful visions,
Your raw sensations,
Your honest perceptions.
You have forgotten your
Uncontaminated,
Uncorrupted,
Uninfluenced yearnings.
The clouds that once beckoned you,
Taking your mind for a spin
With an outpour of
Tingling excitement,
Have come to symbolise
The nondescript background
Against which your silent struggle
Unfolds into
Nothing in particular.
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 9:38 AM UTC
The other day I stood
On the outside of the crowd
As I often find myself
In rooms that get too loud.
Everyone pushed and shoved
To get a closer view
Of the newborn baby boy
Who had now reached week two.
I wondered what it was
About a baby that brought charm.
Why everyone fought for a chance
To have him in their arms.
Remember when we were born
No one told us what to be
Not a word about what to say
We were completely free.
Untainted and uninfluenced--
Not robots of this world
Pure and fresh and vulnerable
Just us baby boys and girls.
Naked, raw, we were only skin
And one heart beating strong.
In our first few minutes we became
Who we should be all along.
Unharmed and still untouched,
We lived with only love in us to give.
No one had told us no
So we had all will to live.
Remember when we were babes?
All soft and sweet and magical.
It makes me wonder what happened.
Because, God, we were so beautiful.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 12:03 AM UTC
How can one soul treat another unequally?
—That which can't be perceived by the senses is free of judgement.
Sound in to your silenceful Nature,
Echoes of an uninfluenced instinct shall reverberate:
That all of us are consciously different,
That all are in a relationship with a predesigned ecosystem,
That all are the functioning cells of one body,
One organism—The Earth,
And in that all of us are one!
So, how does one treat oneself unequally?
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 12:00 PM UTC