"unknow" poems
*you cannot unwalk the bridge you have crossed
you cannot unknow the fresh taste of enlightenment
once you have breathed it in
there is no way back
to an illusory net of safety
take courage
spread your wings
and fly
©2016janetaylor
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 6:02 PM UTC
Oh my dear friend molly,
How I love you so.
Always there for me,
Oh sweet molly
A your voice is a drug.
Makes me feel comfortable
Like my sweet friend maryjane
All you need is to spark her up
Shes on fire
Makes you feel worth living
I always hang out with maryjane with friends
Even alone
My mom likes her
My family doesn't
My mom hates molly
For a reason unknow
Maybe because she almost killed me
Molly killed my cousin
I miss her but molly is nicer
Makes you happy right?
My cousin never did
I met maryjane when i was 13
Best day of my life
Happy
The happiest i had been in months
At a party is where i met her
Maryjane is my bestfriend
She introduced me to molly
I blame her sometimes for that
But then i hang with molly and i love her
Molly is fake though
Always nice when shes with you
After she makes you feels bad
Like you need her all the time
As if you cant live without her
Oh sweet maryjane never does this to me
She knows ill always come back to her
But molly has a price too
Makes you happy but then harms you
Please leave molly i cant continue to live with you
Maryjane my savior is the one i look up to
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 1:47 PM UTC
Standing by the shallow waters I stare
Sun is shining but no shadow is visible
The other side has something unknow
But I feel too weak to sail my boat..
What I might find I am not aware
The first push I give is crucial
The Mast is broken,wind sail is torn
As I felt a spear down my throat..
Cross these waters before the thunders
But why am I afraid of them now?
Let the wind sail the ship home
Take me to the place unknown..
Random things at random times
Is a symptom. We have to adapt
Weak heart has an ego to be killed
Mosaic minds have to be willed...
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
love between poets: “who will be between the sheets next week
when I’m gone,” she lets sigh-escape,
as she watches the backyard paradise parading landscape
of animals before the bay, perfect day sure to come,
her new pets obeying the early morn sunrising awakening call
to rise, everyone playing~parading, before her royal summons,
no coincidence, finger-of-god, two by two
this while I’m kissing her neck,
my arm around her *******
and the he-intent on slip sliding down
to the small of her back,
obeying his innate,
worship worshiping and giving up,
all he’s got intense intently contentedly
unfazed, unphased,
non-nonplussed,
he’s been interrogated before,
heart is pure he answers:
next weekend when you are back in situ,
thousands of miles away, airplane housed for hours,
writing poems of love from the lost and found,
recalling this exact moment,
how I worshipped your presence,
and these words:
You will be with me in every breath,
our sheets will radioactively emit
ions and molecules of our scent combined,
and present as present your perfume can be,
elicited, elixir, you and me combinant
she turns from the bay-view,
the animals who now mutually
worship her adoration,
watching, focused on us as observers,
she lifts me up and smiles,
replying*
“oh my lover you’re the cad of cads,
king of the baddest poet-lads,
the gist of what is wrong with the best of men,
her, pressing me hard to her chestnut hair chest,
she, falling down into my eyes
take me back to bed, liar,
let me add to my aroma,
to ensue, to ensure you will miss
the best love
you had partly, insufficiently, and unhinged
completely
I’m your lassie, you my lad,
my king of cads, my lover poet,
thief of my poems and my secret speech spells,
escalating senses of one’s imaginings”*
and,
along came the rest
of what was freely given,
for love between poets
man and
a woman,
is a someone, somewhere,
sometime summertime
thing
*I will still smell you in my
heart, and send to you ballistic missives,
words to explode your tear ducts
when you rest in sheets that met me,
when you’ll know me by my odors,
cry out loud so that you’ll scare our animals,
no matter how many tides wash away our residue,
you will never unknow and be forever unprepared
for my return,*
even though we will be each, a thousand unwritten poems away...
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 11:07 AM UTC
I wish I could
unknow you
like I would
undo a knot--
over, above
under and through
my mind untangled
from the thoughts of you
but I find that
unknowing you
is less like unraveling
stubborn strings
and a little more like
trying to unclasp
a relentless grip
around my neck
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
The slipped knot of now into will be
is such a gentle strand,
the braid undoes itself from yesterday
as easily as a garment's clasp,
as easily as abseiling liana.
Can I hold soft
the line?
To not look back
but keep the mountain's imprint
emboldened in the eye
To unknow
the difference from ascent and descent.
O day, o cloud: what do you know
that hasn't been pressed through my palms?
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 9:37 PM UTC
In a poet eye
Text are always dancing
To an invisible rhythm
Even the static figures
Keeps jumping up and down
Seeing through many lens
Lens changing with every step
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 5:11 PM UTC
For her eighteenth birthday,
a gift from the fates;
she knows how she will die.
Before, there was a vague notion—
A shadow cast by a hungry dragon
who roosts on the branches of the family tree,
devouring her ancestors, waiting and unslayable.
Now, the diviners speak to her in pedigrees
and punnett squares, leafing through a deck
of tarot cards, checking vials of her blood
for patterns in the tea leaves at the bottom,
hardening the shadows at their edges and
twisting peripheral horror into prophecy,
a promise, and she sees it all,
she sees everything, laid in front of her
and stretching out like a golden string
towards the vanishing horizon:
The sharp burn of dread at every twitch
and missing memory, jellied elegies oozing
from the center of others’ puffed pleasantries,
years spent watching her soul
get thinner and thinner, trapped
within a broken heap of matter and flesh,
cursed bone, misfiring electricity,
eroding endlessly, self destructing,
never ending, ending soon,
and, at last, alone, gazing back on a youth
spent gazing forward, ****** and dying
and derelict, and decades in the making—
she asks herself, what would she not give
for the chance to unknow,
to trade the dragon for the slow, soft lull
of the indifferent stars,
and to die whole and confused,
like the rest of us.
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 1:24 AM UTC
It takes baby steps
to fall out of love
yet falling in love is fast
like a rollercoaster ride
going with the waves
up and down.
you can't unknow someone
whose very essence is burned
into the depths of your soul
can't forget the one
who fills your every waking thought.
I want to unlearn every lesson
forget the bad memories
learn to let go of the pain
discover who I am and who I can be without you.
Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 9:46 AM UTC
Every morning I try to unlearn the universe.
It is like a yoga exercise to escape the irons of knowledge.
In 63 years your head fills with so much ********
There must be a method for purging the excess.
So far I have not been able to discover it.
I will keep trying because I want to see things fresh.
I want to hear babies cry and Mozart exhalt for the first time.
I want to enter a woman anew like a baffled 15-year-old
discovering a pleasure from which he will never want to escape.
I want to forget my over-remembered life.
I want to rediscover the salty taste of women.
I have been everywhere and am out of destinations.
I ache for the pain of a question lacking an answer.
I want to go to war again and relearn a sense of terror.
I want to experience the baffled euphoria of first love.
I want to reclaim my sense of wonder from jaded life.
Imagine the utter joy of hearing again birds for the first time.
Unlearning is so much harder than learning.
I fear not enough years remain to unknow this burden.
But I must keep at it with a vigor no longer possessed.
It is morning again in the heart of Mike Essig.
And every morning I try to unlearn the universe
simply so I might know the bliss of learning it again.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 8:40 AM UTC
you sit there
to the right of my eye
dancing about like giddy fool
but when i look directly at you
you disaperate
to a world unknow
then i presume reading
and back you are
dancing again
almost taunting
i know that if try to take a glance
youll be gone back to your other world
still dance you are then
couriousity gets the best
i look you are gone again
then thoughts pour in
"am i going insane"
then the peives like voice say
"you all ready are"
see speck youve made voices apear
it annoys me so but as contineu to write
but this time dance
it seems as thought you feel my anoence
then just as i was about write that you felt for me and stoped
you are back and this time more jittery that ever
now i am almost shaking with rage
i thought you were nice
but now you are not
its almost as thought you remind me of someone i know
but yet i dont your descriptsion is on the tip of my toung but then it is not
just like your jitter dance
aha now i have it
you remind me of me
Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 12:09 PM UTC
The Joy Of Unknowing
Ah! To unknow the sun
Exploding into molten gold
As it dances upon your hair.
Unknow your perfume
That lingers forever in the air.
Unknow the orchestra
Playing relentlessly in my heart.
Unknow your smile, your laugh
And the funny things you do
All the infectious parts of you.
Ah! To unknow the touch we nearly had
And the joy we imagined
Would fill our innocent lies one day.
Unknow the dream
And change it back into a mere thought
That was never afforded an existence
Except in the rantings of a /fu:l/
Ah! Ah! To unknow the fear
Of losing you
Unknow the futility
Of wanting to hold you near.
But, how can you unknow
Something you never really knew?
Or feel decimated by the loss
Of something that was never yours?
Oh! The fact of not knowing you
Became the only part of me I remember.
I remember knowing it would never be,
I think you also knew, didn’t you?
Oh! Oh! I realise we cannot go back
And unknow what we have seen
And been and become.
We cannot chip away
At the sculpture,
Which is our life.
Cannot take out the bits
We do not want to be anymore-
It is too late.
I am with you
And you with me
In this dream
For eternity.
(Gerry Aldridge ©2016)
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 4:47 PM UTC
And even though things have changed between us,
The love we once felt doesn't fade.
that love, that knowledge... that doesn't go away.
I wish I could unknow every curve of your face,
and every word you half speak then change your mind.
It would be easier if it did go away,
if I could hate you.
Maybe if we had fought more,
if there were hateful words you had said that I could recall in perfect clarity --
ugly words that I could throw at my reflection when I stood in front of the mirror.
See, it's probably my fault you didn't love me enough.
whenever I look at my reflection I wonder what was so wrong with me,
that our relationship fell apart.
That doesn't make it easier to forgive myself.
It might be easier if my heart didn't skip a beat every time I hear your name.
BUT, how many of us can say we did something ******* up for a love that didn't work out?
That we uprooted ourselves and turned into someone else.
I jumped and fell freely and ended up at rock bottom.
But I'm digging my way out one sad movie at a time.
Digging while my eyes sting with tears,
as my hands bleed,
as my clothes tear away.
And I'm trying really hard to not be embarrassed about failing.
It doesn't always work out, I knew that.
That didn't stop my heart from beating to the thuds of hope.
If only you were the one.
If only I could have been what you wanted and compromised some more.
Each time we break up I want to crawl into bed and never get out.
I analyze each part of me,
wondering what didn't fit into a part of you, why it couldn't fit.
I know it couldn't fit into a part of anyone else.
I think about my life,
berating myself at the bad choices.
I wonder if I was wrong -- maybe we weren't so bad?
Maybe that was as good as it gets?
Maybe I asked for too much?
Maybe I'm too idealistic and too crazy and I need to be more realistic and grab a hold of a man that will do.
But no,
I want a man that wants to make me happy.
A man that knows am everything he needs and isn't afraid.
I want you to be ready for me.
Don't run cause we always end up right here.
I want you.
Just you.
It's always only been you.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 8:34 AM UTC
Open yours eyes please,
Open them to the new day,
Open yours and see the sun rise,
Let it wash away your nightmares my dear,
Open your eyes and let me take your hands,
Let me help you up,
Open your hands to mine so I can help stand my dear,
Let me take you to all the places you wanted to see,
Open your eyes and see that I will do that for you,
Let me give you all the things that you need,
To surprise you with roses and tickets to Unknow destinations,
Planes to exotic places,
Breakfast in different cites,
Memories scattered over the world,
Open your eyes darling,
Open your hands,
Take my hands and take the first step,
In this adventure,
That we call life.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC
It seems to be so peaceful
So quiet
But still so full of Life
The ocean amaze me
The blue water hypnotize me
Just like the creatures in it
So full of color
So full of Life
Makes me wanna be a part of it
I want to just lay in the middle of the ocean
Feel my body sink
Deeper and deeper
Never stop falling
Falling falling falling
Deeper into the big blue
Cold and unknow
Yet so Beautiful and calming
Let me be a part of it
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 4:55 PM UTC
What is dusk, but the promise of dawn?
Where all of the wrongs shall be undone,
Your love, the eternal flower of purity
Your heart, an epicenter of sincerity
-
No failure made
Where knowledge hadn’t come
A sweet serenade
Of your love behind, sung
-
The furious creature in me
By you always calmed
Your word, in my heart
True as psalms.
-
Were I growthed different
Who would I be?
I druther not think it
For shall it ne’er matter to me
-
Your tolerance
For my mistakes unknow
And your pride no matter
For How I have grown
-
When I seek silence,
When I think mineself a cur,
Feeling you with me
My creature doth pur
-
My questions ever answered
Your back never turned
When young and asleep in your loving arms,
Could not a soul me stirred.
-
So ever after and always
Will I remain here for thee,
My death only bothersome,
If I let you alone be.
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC
Sono te o watashi e to
Azukete; me o tojite
Mabuta ni kuchizukete
Itami o iyashimashou
Nemurinasai, yukkuri to
Ushinau kowasa wa dare mo onaji
Kanashimi, mayoi mo tsutsumikomu
Chikarazuyosa kanjitai
Arasou munashisa subete no hito
Kizukeba kagayaku hi wa noboru
Sono toki made inoru kara
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Give your hand to me
And close your eyes
Let me cure your pain
With a kiss on your eyelids
Sleep now, be at ease
Everyone's the same: their lost fears
Wrapping up sadness and confusion, too
I want to feel that strength
If everyone realized
The pointlessness of dispute, a glittering sun would rise
Until that time comes, I pray
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 10:54 AM UTC
And you can never see
You can never be
Everything that they are
Anything that is not
A word
Or a phrase
They can never be
And you can never become
What you cannot see
You have blinded your eyes
You have cut your ears
And you have sewed your mouth
And I cannot unsee
I cannot unknow
I cannot help
But be
Everything I flee
Everything I hate
Would I ever be something more?
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 3:32 PM UTC
Cats cry as classical music plays
and furniture floats in some box far off
We hold our heads low, only hands move
to roll down windows while leaving
a place we never called home.
California, did you feel me reach for you
between heaving breaths as father
passes Main Street toward the highway?
and mama smiles, cringes, throws her
chest forward
Merge for incoming traffic but there
isn’t anyone else on the highway
headphones like blindness or alternate
realities where mama and I are not just an expense.
Pennsylvania and Super 8 Motel
Where we rush in carrying the cats
in towels to make them look like laundry
not having enough to pay the pet deposit
red brown bed covers- bad blood
between mother and father
as they cannot agree on a tv station
miles to go and
everyone sighs and sips at their excitement
Stop at an exit toward a hotel without a pool
in Nebraska
where people take their drink dry
or ***** or depressed
mama and papa get one on the rocks
with stares and snots from men wearing
cowboy hats and desperately fat belt buckles
papa imitates a gay man
mama is confused
dust for $85 a night
two travelers, one to return
headed for gold
but not for good
States run by with motive unknow
Dog rests her head on my lap as
we cross the line and I ask to
stand by the sign
both agree it is too dangerous
I weep and wish to open the doors
we do, and the air is different, like taking off a mask
I wanted to embrace the ground we now
walked on, with feverish kisses meant for the trees
Papa leaves and drives all the way back
with promises on his shoulders
while mama and I unpack boxes
silverware, bedsheets, posters
with the expectation of a return
that never happens
We collapse the boxes labeled fragile
open the shades, and stop waiting for
a man who isn’t traveling,
a place,
a destination.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 12:14 AM UTC
Sugar sugar spice
Oh baby
Its my look that drives you crazy
Not my eyes
Open legs, closed mind, tradition follows
Let me pray
Today. Am I forgiven today?
Tomorrow I may sin again
Or maybe i'll just sing
Love, walks alone feeling misunderstood
Obsession, *** naive
High socks, short skirt, shy smiles
Always a rebel, never held a cause
You keep running
Spicing up your day
Blaming others on your mistakes
Never at ease because
Always looking fot a place to hide
Oh baby
You are not even sweet
You have no spice
Not even darkness in your soul
You are just a ghost of the unknow
Trying to be someone believing it means something
When you only look like a fool
Transforming yourself into a joke
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 12:13 PM UTC
Dear You,
I regret coming to see you on that fateful day.
You see, If I hadn't come to your place,
We wouldn't be stuck in a rut.
Dear You,
I wrote you a letter but its illegible,
You see,my tears spilled and mixed with the ink,
My shaking hand crumpled and tore the paper,
My thoughts folded in on themselves like a deflated ball.
Dear You,
Falling for you was the most painful thing I ever did.
I fell flat on my face and hurt my chest.
My heart pounded over and over,
I got the shakes like a reforming addict,
But still you wouldn't leave my system.
Dear You,
It's pretty hard to unknow someone that imprinted on you.
You are woven into my nerves, memories and thoughts.
You took me captive and I can't break free.
You destroyed me.
Dear You,
Teach me to forget you.
Unfurl your web from my every thought process.
See,I was okay without you once.
And I can learn to be without you.
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC
Yesterday
I got a tattoo.
The artist had coppery hair
That slid into her eyes.
They were green
And I noticed that they changed color
From dark to light
Sometimes almost turquoise,
Sometimes mossy and deep.
She scared me right away because I wanted her hands on me.
We talked about art.
Then we talked about girls.
Then we talked about life
And how when she was young
They teased her for her Southern drawl.
I realized that was the music drawing me in to the sound of her voice-
The faintest remnant of an accent,
Just enough to touch my skin.
It was just a little rough, like velvet rubbed in the wrong direction.
She worked on my shoulder
And I would turn my head to watch her.
Even though I couldn't see the ink-
I could see her face,
Shadowed by the light above her,
Lips parted
Eyes focused and passionate.
It is very dangerous to watch an artist work
To look at her face.
You don't know how easy it is to love someone who holds beauty in their fingers, who molds and shapes it and brings it into the world.
You don't know until it's a possibility dancing in the air before you,
And suddenly you think you must've looked too long...
I tested this feeling, tried to find its limits and its dimension,
Tried to figure if it was solid or smoky.
I couldn't tell, but
I noticed her hands on me, gentle but firm,
And as she was lost in her art I realized that I WAS her art,
And what a way to feel alive, to be a canvas for someone's passion for life!
And I nearly shivered,
And I suddenly realized that I was leaning into her needle,
Subtly but undeniably
And I could not unknow the fact that the pain made me breathless not because it hurt
But because she was inflicting it
Molding me, changing me, making me art and reaching into me somehow.
Afterwards we talked for so long that I walked with her to her car.
She hugged me goodbye and it took me by surprise.
I wonder if she knew any of it.
I wonder if she enjoyed my skin the way it enjoyed her fingers.
I suppose
One way or another,
I will find out.
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 10:37 PM UTC
I saw you too late
and maybe it's better this way
because
once you know, you can't unknow
that my mind screams to you
and my body screams for you
and
I hope that the dreams
about your lips
will never end
as well
as your laughter
that still resonates
in my eardrums.
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC