"unkown" poems
so this tiny beauty queen kissed me
she left a stain
the red was pure and ****** vain
she grew up and stretched out my whole way of thinking
she kissed me and all i see is enemy ships sinking
blood roses grow within beds of lovers
the shady curtains, the safety covers
the hovering clouds of darkness creep in
but my soul is bound to her luminating spirit
it freely roams unkown worlds
she, my north star. i, her mobile home
hold her when she's afraid she'll spill
her insides onto the window sill
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 8:40 AM UTC
Some where amidst
Sanity and insanity,
Some where amidst
Agony and ecstacy,
Some where amidst
Canyons and alps,
Some where amidst
Dusk and dawn,
Some where amidst
Fantasy and reality,
Some where amidst
Spring and summer,
Some where amidst
Autumn and winter,
Some where amidst
Sun and Moon,
Some where amidst
Mercury and Venus,
Some where amidst
Earth and Mars,
Some where amidst
Jupiter and Saturn,
Some where amidst
Uranus and Neptune,
Some where amidst
Pluto and the unkown
Dwells a Lonely poets soul.
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 7:02 AM UTC
Centered,
a *** on the wheel
spun by some
unkown power.
Let this
galactic energy
shape me into
something
magnificent
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 1:13 AM UTC
Victorious or defeated makes no difference.
Rising from the dirt, rising to fight on.
A village in dust,
a city in ruins,
a nation's weep.
Victorious or defeated makes no difference,
fallen on both accounts.
Faces and figures from another era,
unkown but familiar somehow…
Hopes and dreams in ruins,
with vengeance in their hearts and
compassion lying within their souls.
For hope might rise again, a beginning of another era.
Fallen watching from afar, war does not determine
who's right or wrong only who's left to remember...
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 11:35 AM UTC
The crisp blue moon sparkles your shimmering scales
As you laminate your woes
You carry the satchel of poingnant dreams around your waist
The Moon's light casts the dark shadow you sit in
Immediatley
You plop in the deep bubbly blue
Diving to unkown, unforeseen depths
Sensations of motions
Roll into the thickening emotions
The haze you drown into
Shines your mind
Leaks your spirit
Onto canvas, pens, and strings
Singing with the spirits
Humming to your sirens cue
Intuitively listening - ascending to your higher plane
While descending to heal inner suffering and release unspoken pain
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC
we walk the path
set before us
admitting
we walk
into the known
and comfort of
affability
just once
i would like
to
explore
new worlds
some not so bright
and beautiful..
to tresspass in
an unkown jungle
of acerberic words
and roaring truth
would be and adventure
to kayak down
the rapids of
neighborhood insanity
would be a refreshing
thrill....
but once again...
we walk politely
in single file
around the zoo...
all well manicured
all maintained
secrets locked
within gilded cages
will that be one sugar
or two...
and keep off the grass
now.....that means you...
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC
death beckons
and i long
for sweet release
from dreary song
old friend
or friendly foe
merciful end
i want to go
death is memory
not unkown
merely forgotten
as we've grown
looking back
looking ahead
mirror image
t'was always dead
universe
one song
eternal curse
to go on and on
ringing round
in my head
no escape
wish i was dead
Jan 17, 2022
Jan 17, 2022 at 7:46 AM UTC
Your pacing pulse beats a drumroll in anticipation of the unknown
Yet your soul remains silent in cries as an unborn
Singing lullabies in cries up to the highest note
Still you stand placid,as the calm of the eye in a storm
Mutely you hope the transition to your dreams
Is eternal separation from the real
You rather find harmony in nyctophilia in the night because,
Daily the sun's illumination reminds you of the light you miss in your life
Your salty pillow know who you are.
BUT you built a home in your mind..now you wore a smile,descended the heavens when you fed your subconscious with eternal light. It all sources of your smile.
Now your pillow is dry.
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
Alas! And did my Saviour bleed? And did my Sov'reign die?
Would He devote that sacred head For such a worm as I?
At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light, And the
burden of my heart rolled away (rolled away), It was there by faith
I received my sight, And now I am happy all the day!
Was it for crimes that I have done, He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unkown! And love beyond degree!
At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light, And the
burden of my heart rolled away (rolled away), It was there by faith
I received my sight, And now I am happy all the day!
Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker, died For man, the creatures's sin.
At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light, And the
burden of my heart rolled away (rolled away), It was there by faith
I received my sight, And now I am happy all the day!
Thus might I hide my blushing face While His dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt mine eyes to tears.
At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light, And the
burden of my heart rolled away (rolled away), It was there by faith
I received my sight, And now I am happy all the day!
But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give myself away, 'Tis all that I can do!
At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light, And the
burden of my heart rolled away (rolled away), It was there by faith
I received my sight, And now I am happy all the day!
By: Isaac Watts 1674-1748
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 2:09 PM UTC
Writing soothes the soul, it knows no formula or rhyme.
It only meets the writer and everything in between.
There are things I wish to say and **** the rhymes and numbers.
Writing only knows the artistic mind beheld to its grasp upon birth.
Life knows not one destination.
But many mere moments where life is gazed upon through the past,
and the present visions something much more beautiful than once was.
Happiness is born from past pain.
God I'm so sick of the pain being spoken of.
The pain is gone!
Now she lives as a shining pearl, her oyster shell gone but never forgotten for one must always remember where they derive.
She knows only up.
She knows only success.
Even in the failure she finds success as not one thing in this universe can stop her.
God is on her side as he always has been, but in an instant her mind has shifted to the light.
She has become the spark to her own endevors.
Oh how she craves adventure and gazing upon the breath of the sky.
Venturing out and up to unkown places to her and only known by her creator.
The glorious beauty of this earth, art of its own creation.
She thirsts and hungers for newance and things only fathomable by God himself.
She will succeed even if she fails for that is the secret of living that no one has yet pondered.
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 11:10 PM UTC
my wet hair is slicked across my shoulders
it's liquid in the wind flipping out the car window in an unkown city
my eyes are bloodshot and burning like acid from my mistakes
the emerald of my eyes catches the light of a hundred moons
my body lies in twisted sheets and stained pajamas in a tiny bed
but my heart lies in another world where my adventure know no bounds
a.l.n.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 5:32 AM UTC
We float on unkown oceans
In boats more made for land.
The sails have ceased to function,
And our boots are laced with sand.
The rudder is unresponsive,
The first mate seems quiet too.
The ship has started leaking,
Weakend wood and stale stew.
The course was never charted,
This was known among the crew.
A passage for the faint of heart,
The bard and the jester too.
These denizens of darkness
Embark with the morning dew.
Depart with mist horizons
To find the start of something new.
For months we sailed
Through winter times,
On waters cold yet still serene.
The memories of warmer climes
Seem like nothing but a dream.
Cannons fire, deckhands scream,
Ship splintered by the sea.
Driftwood caught in ocean's sway
Swept up then cast away.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 5:59 PM UTC
I REACH OUT TO THE GREAT UNKOWN
with the natural hesitance of a child
nursed on plastic american protestantism,
always prosperity gospel or pariah,
answers just hidden behind a preacher's palm;
in retrospect i wonder what questions those
republican suburbanites crippled in their hatred
came to submit at the foot of the cross.
saccharine and soulless every sunday,
the rot reliably festering under the church stage,
brimstone traded for the wasteland of undecaying concrete.
i was baptized by a stranger in stagnant water,
now swaddled in the arms of a man who is not my Father.
i'm always the cold one. bad circulation when i'm turning away.
that abattoir left a pulsating wound at the
center of my chest— starved weeping
sickly and red.
every sunday, the worst thing i could do was be honest.
i worship with my hands,
i falter for words;
i never got to know the Lord in my youth
because He never called me back.
i find fragments of Him in lovers' eyes—
fingertips glancing over flesh as if
forbidden fruit, sweet real and warmed by sunlight.
i think God was always this;
physicality, connection,
the simple intimacy of making someone else laugh.
the only time i ever felt devout
was when i was walking to get an arizona tea
at the gas station next to the church with my friends.
stumbling over asphalt still sincere in my vulnerability.
Mar 5, 2022
Mar 5, 2022 at 8:05 PM UTC
I live,
In the lucidity of dreams
Undreamt
Eternally naked,
In front of a crowd
Yet, dwelling
In a trench coat style
I'll bare you my soul,
Yet hide my face
I prefer my words, on the wind
Felt,
Never heard
A fading voice
In the chamber of
Never Unlocked
In the realm of things touched
I remain untouched
Unkown
Reality holds no fascination for my eyes
I went blind when the hopscotch grid got washed away by the rain
I live
In the lucidity,
Of dreams
Undreamt
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 8:19 AM UTC
Yell a little louder, I dare you
Your heart is a megaphone set to loud let it bleat its message
to the crows and crowds alike
Your mind is a violin, sitting like porcelain in a satin palace
Singing a somber tone to its audience of no one,
so alone.
Your spirit is a caged stalion
ready to rare, flash its teeth, grip its hind legs and stare
But in my arms you are a puppet
so warm and soft
I have trouble believing how much you must cost
because the wears you fetch and sell have amassed no fortune
and the hearts you keep in jars have long since stopped beating
move on with me,
skip town, come dance around
free as yetis,
and just as likely to exist,
my presence unkown to you now
will be the dowry on which our lives will finnally start
And in your eyes, I might finnaly exist
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
I find myself drifting through the sand.
Walking in circles with only one guide:
Stars in the dark..
Endless heaven, endless doubts.
Stars are too small,
Some are too dim,
Loosing my track,
Untill I see it.
Shining bright behind a dune,
I find her smiling, and singing,
Its too far away, but I still listen!
Listen that beautiful tune.
I suddenly find a path,
My only guide is her
The most beautiful star
In an endless dark sky, in a living hell.
She guides me through the desert,
She shows me the unkown,
Takes me to wonderful places,
I never even knew before.
I suddenly reach my destination,
Forgot about all the rusty road,
Look up to thank her
But she is long gone.
For the light of a brighter star,
shall take its place,
One that in the morning,
will never fade away.
Gracias por todo lo que hiciste por mi.. Algún día encontraré esa otra estrella.. Ojalá tu encuentres a alguien a quien guiar.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC
You came out
Walked into my arms
And kissed me
The sun shining bright
Joy in my heart
Something unkown to me in yours
And laughter filling me
For this was completion
And the sweet taste of
Revenge filled me
As across the street
Stood someone
I had once cared for
And he looked
And looked
With hate in his heart
Or a confused sense of jealousy
For here I am
Happier than ever
In your arms.
Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 10:22 AM UTC
Howl
The indifferent wind caresses his skin as reality fades into the distance,
Gradually, the frigid air becomes heavy and obvious in its presence.
His feet, firmly placed on the edge of the cliff, flirt with frostbite
And the idea of plummeting down into the soft unkown.
Howling into the impartial wilderness, his echo pauses
Before reeling back to slap him, as if to make sure he’s still alive-- still present.
The animals lay silent to his tortured wails,
To his lonely laments that carry an entire lifetime in a single, hollow ring.
The high octave of his echo loses its urgency in the redwood trees and jagged cliffs,
Frantically bouncing off canyon walls as if to wake up the slumbering forest.
His fragmented howls cut through the thick silence, only to fade out once again.
Lost to the obsolete language of the downy finch and blood red maple leaves.
He sounds his tortured cries to drown out the beating of his heart,
Unleashing his insecurities and regrets to the indifferent world.
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 4:58 PM UTC
Blood of my enemies are shedding
Words that i have spoken are spreading
As i live in the dreams of the those who begging
I have it all in my hands,i have the power and the blessings
But there is a hole i cannot fill in,there is something missing
There always been a hole ; the more i have,the bigger it gets
And i have no way to run from it yet
This what heavens doomed me with i bet
Having all but never feeling it ,always in a debt
Debt i cannot pay,a debt that i will always regret
I live as a king but suffer like beggar who is always begging
Begging for a cause,begging for a meaning always begging
Clashing through the unkown weeping while looking
Looking for a content in a contest of shadows while begging
Always and always begging and looking while weeping
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
As one year end gets closer and a new one set to start
Why are we always looking backwards not forwards with our heart
We always think of things we lost not of things we gain
We just cannot find the sunshine for the rain
We talk of what might have been and what almost came to pass
We never speak in positives just negatives and sass
We look at what we do not have and what we didn't do
I know I do it annually, I'm sure that you do too
This year I gained experience and friends I've yet to meet
And I know that every one of them have made my year a special treat
But as I look back on this past year I think of what I've lost
Just in case I need reminding and I need to know the cost
It's just our way to do this so our goals don't get set too high
It's difficult to start anew than it is to say goodbye
As we move into our future we will learn from our mistakes
And we're sure to shed enough new tears to fill up the great lakes
But, moving on into the wide expanse of the unkown
Is something that scares most of us, It's the dice that we have thrown
That leads into challenges and friendships not yet found
To start the path to next year, you must hold the grass down to the ground
Next year is the grail for sports fans whose teams fail
There'll always be a next year but what of this year's tale
It's one we look at fondly and we always think they're bums
But it's written in a song somewhere that next year never comes
I've tried to learn a lesson from each year that I've been here
But because I'm always looking backwards there are lessons tinged with fear
Of doing the same thing once again and of not doing what I should
But if I look back at it rightly, I did all that I could
With next year soon approaching I will put this year behind
And I will think of the adventures next year I will find
I will make new friends and spend time with the people I hold dear
And I hope that you can do it too in this coming great New Year.
May 30, 2012
May 30, 2012 at 3:04 PM UTC
Once the night arrives,
Stars start to shine,
Wind is getting harsher by time,
The trees are whispering,
Howling and hissing
Wandering through the night, to a place still unkown
But this time not alone
I noticed the stars and moon, were by my side
Travelling by the wind aside
It feels like I'm one with nature
One with the air, land and sea,
As the airstreams take me to a higher place I plea,
To share my love and kindness with the world,
We aren't the same,
But still we all see..
The stars,
The sun,
And the moon,
So let my feelings, be in all what nature brings us now and soon
The next time you look up let my love run through your veins,
Or save it even in a cup
But just don't let it be in vain
As I'm floating through the air
The night start to disappear
Stars are fading
and the sun started rising
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 9:10 AM UTC
Deeper still,
on fields unkown,
a war is waged,
for a throne.
–––
The throne that rules,
the hearts of men,
is prized by those,
unknown to him.
–––
But no matter what,
The King will win,
birthing life,
or the death of him.
–––
"This day I call heaven and earth as witnesses against you that I have set before you life and death, blessings and curses. Now choose life, so that you and your children may live and that you may love the LORD your God, listen to his voice, and hold fast to him.”
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
"How are you" ,they ask almost monotone-like.
"I'm great " she responds.
Her smile fades as soon as there eyes close.
Her heart breaks just as images flash in her brain.
Holding her head she lets out a silent scream.
Can they not see?
A smile here.
A tears there,
Always disguised,
Never to let rise.
Holding in her demons,
But how long will she last
Before what she fears, lashes back at her.
"I'm fine..
I'm okay ...
I'm alright...
I'm....
I ....
Hello....
Hey....
Help...
Me...."
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these things. - T. S. Eliott
So maybe by pouring out our emotions and personalities, overflowing and drowning pages in the ink of our words, maybe this is how some escape from themselves and feeling. By expulsing their repugnant selves, using the energy behind self-loathing or -fear to rid themselves of themselves. Perhaps that way we can live with ourselves and all our faults. They say when you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back. Thus, deep self-reflection for too long reveals the abyss in us all. This deep, animal emptyness, clawing the sides of its pit, becoming and creating an overwhelming gnawing of absence. This feeling that you lack, this feeling of loss, of some unknown, perhaps this is what we poets write for. We write to find our unkown selves by escaping our known selves.
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 4:24 PM UTC