"unloosed" poems
If I should see your eyes again,
I know how far their look would go—
Back to a morning in the park
With sapphire shadows on the snow.
Or back to oak trees in the spring
When you unloosed my hair and kissed
The head that lay against your knees
In the leaf shadow’s amethyst.
And still another shining place
We would remember—how the dun
Wild mountain held us on its crest
One diamond morning white with sun.
But I will turn my eyes from you
As women turn to put away
The jewels they have worn at night
And cannot wear in sober day.
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The monsters don't hide in the closet, or under the bed, or in your head all full of juice. They roost. It's not their fault, following through with some innate longing they're called to.
It's a simple, impish existence, these monsters, who might prefer to be doctors or lawyers or sound designers for Alice Cooper or Rob Zombie or Blondie; alas they burrow and nest inside my ***** laundry.
A wise person might have said, "Take care, kiddo, and guard your head against the evil that so easily nestles there." I reflect on this through the cloudy density of my beer an wonder, could he have been right? Might I fallen intrigued, ensnared, by the casual taunt of an apple's dare?
We climb the beanstalk for the giant only; the goose is second hand. The giant's defeat is the glory. It doesn't matter what the stakes contain, live or die, princess or mother or cow or land, as long as a marching band greets us at the end of the ride.
The monsters don't hide in the closet, or under the bed or in you head full of juice. They roost, and they can't help us themselves in a world full of books gathering dust on shelves overlooked where their hardcovers guard against stray shells unloosed.
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
You're tied up in time ticking choices away
white light fills the night till its brighter than day
cacophonous voices can say what they say
from the dusk till the meaningless dawn
Then secured by a seatbelt to leather and foam
the speedo's at zero six yards from your home
a million neighbours, completely alone
you're a shell, you're a shade, you're a pawn
But glance through the windscreen and look at the sky
a seagull, suspended, is catching your eye
you sense a connection but cannot say why
as it tilts on the wind and is gone
Then the trees you drive under are sharpened and clear
they're humming and pulsing beneath the veneer
you're dazed and confused as you shift up a gear
dumbly wondering what's going on
You turn on the satnav for guidance and sound
but its whisper can't silence this thing you have found
from the shimmering clouds to the roots of the ground
Is a force that is ancient and new
You try to pretend like a terrified child
that the world can be binary indexed and filed
and the sparkling eye of the jackdawish wild
isn't focused intently on you
But there is no denying this fluttering clutch
that is moss-furred and feathered, a hurricane touch
that you knew long ago and you've missed it so much
with a longing that's howling and black
But she's patiently stationed there just out of sight
as you've built your resistance from pixel and byte
Rebellious teenager, pitiful plight
she is waiting to welcome you back
Yes Nature is waiting to welcome you back
She's beneath every slab and behind every crack
at the nethermost end of the bitterest track
she is waiting to welcome you back
Forever forgiving, unloosed unconfined
she is mad she is chaos she's love and she's blind
volcanic voluptuous core of mankind
she is waiting to welcome you back.
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 6:44 AM UTC
in one ohh the flightly finister
interjerk’t offorthwith united
unloosed upon the messes
who rains with string
of erring do
believe the ortho doxie
catamount the femail glory
moistens packet interfury
trump-ettes blow
the suction from their barrel oblesk
look slively tortice hand out for brood
scooch the dead **** down
impesh with dis-ire
marakesh the claim to sane
and leak brainoil smartly
for aft andall
whomake it threw
until deadneck cycoil
tweet totell interlie
the diff is how’d it hung
to a peel at the court
for reci-prostate-parity
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
Stark blue suns are her eyes,
Set in the redden cosmos of breaking hair,
Light is caught in rings
And broke are mine as they shy from heat;
The cauldron of spheres,
That rope in the twines of constellations.
In fractals of tearing blood;
Which stream in a body so like heavens,
She plays with sprung time
And the arrow of reason is forced beyond,
Into the eyes unknowing;
How the flesh is shorn in the cloths of stars.
Such cold fire in those eyes,
Neutron blue is the inert crush of gravity;
Unloosed with surrender
And in a field of meteors lies the alchemy;
Crash of rarified metals,
She smelts of iridium blast, casts into soul.
Her eys are for makings,
Planets collide to form creations dream;
To bury sorrows in rock,
As it flows up from an orb into her mantle;
A plateau of cloud for man,
To reach birth of light, christen in goddess.
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
*i'm choosing different parts of me
i suffer from an excess of reality
a war between ideal and real
id's demons unloosed
trampling super ego
but not without Gods retribution
a self divided by fragments
of loving and loathing
*** and mouth
and the speed of things
accelerating cause and effect
memory
an anorexic history
that feeds on ephemeral visions, metaphors, signs and symbols
and wares it self out counting time
days worked
money made and paid
a ****** possessed
of a fictional self in a run on dream
of passed and future
absent of a present*
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 3:52 PM UTC
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Stark blue suns are her eyes,
Set in the redden cosmos of breaking hair,
Light is caught in rings
And broke are mine as they shy from heat;
The cauldron of spheres,
That rope in the twines of constellations.
In fractals of tearing blood;
Which stream in a body so like heavens,
She plays with sprung time
And the arrow of reason is forced beyond,
Into the eyes unknowing;
How the flesh is shorn in the cloths of stars.
Such cold fire in those eyes,
Neutron blue is the inert crush of gravity;
Unloosed with surrender
And in a field of meteors lies the alchemy;
Crash of rarified metals,
She smelts of iridium blast, casts into soul.
Her eys are for makings,
Planets collide to form creations dream;
To bury sorrows in rock,
As it flows up from an orb into her mantle;
A plateau of cloud for man,
To reach birth of light, christen in goddess.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
Oh you bless’d eyes, how can I forgive you?
I trusted you to find beauty unloosed,
To hallow it, beauty from Heaven true.
But you wandered, looking to be seduced.
Oh you bless’d eyes, how can I still trust you?
I closed you at night with dreams as your guide,
And bid you find each day’s beauty anew.
But you opened, sought fantasy and lied.
Oh you bless’d eyes, why should I let you see?
I gave you the rainbow’s colors and hues,
To enjoy life’s beauty and majesty.
But you went dim, after the darkest views.
Oh you bless’d eyes, what sight now shall remain?
No beauty below, no solace above.
Please find me beauty to ease my heart’s pain!
But you’ve gone blind, useless to find true love.
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 12:59 AM UTC
When thy lips did kiss, I questioned not,
Nor sought for wine, nor heaven’s thought.
A tremble stirred through time’s still face,
And reason fled without a trace.
What need have I of chaliced gold,
When breath of thine makes rapture bold?
I spoke no verse — the world grew dumb,
One sigh from thee, and stars were numb.
They call me mad, by flame possessed,
Yet only ash has truly rest.
Thou kissed — and night forgot its name,
The moon turned pale, the sun grew tame.
I dwell in hush, where echoes sleep,
Half-living still, in silence deep.
A kiss — and silence found its cry,
Its voice unloosed beneath thy sky.
Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 3:03 AM UTC
The simple expression
--
The clarity
••
Looking deeply
I am here with you
On the twinkling beach beneath the waves
Of true grandeur and humility
••
(The power of True Form)
••
The day!
Don't let it disappear
Hold on to the living
With all your might
What you think
"LOVE"
Means
is the great illusion
That kills all hope
And violates your dreams
••
THERE IS A POWER NEEDS BE UNLOOSED!
••
Well well well
Together at last
Oh please
Let us stay this way
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 3:29 PM UTC
the river uncoiled itself
like an unloosed braid of hair
that desired to be brushed
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
Hello,
Recognize the thought
That arises
From the sky
High above.
It is a thought
Of the love
You received.
Don't grieve
Over past mistakes.
The earthquakes
You felt.
And the tornadoes
You left loose
Thru the use
Of wrong words.
Hurtful things said
To others,
Sisters and brothers
Here on earth.
Unleashed
By a mouth gone rogue.
You disturbed other minds
And you tried
To unwind
And take the words back.
But the attack
Was felt by them.
And you bended truth.
You unloosed
Your heart that
Was hurt itself.
Forgive them
And yourself.
We all are human
And prone
To frailty
Our reality.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 5:01 PM UTC
Hair trigger-by me. . . . an explosions coming, the media is buzzing with news destructive to young minds! old,deaf,blind. Awake your inner sense, remorse will be lit at torches, your libertied statue will crumble to rich mens sinful imaginations. For whats your relationship you talkers an gawkers? you do nothing about the violence! your streets will flow of red wined blood. Martyrs turned **** Awaken you american dictators, murderers and haters! the seas will split as mountain peaks will pop to thine own hell youve unloosed. For heres thy noose to tangle upon thine own necks! all love turned dissrespect! Your dollar will be your downfall oh dire innocent! or are you an innocent after all? The flames you have lifted upon your own streets will singe your every day class citizen! your towers shall fall, have you seen what i saw? Oh bountiful land? A callus you have been made, for its to late to turn the page, the prophecies have already been written. No thanksgiving anytime soon! You make bars and saloons your god and dope your bible, cant you smile? can you hear me you deaf an breathless mess! For the suns darkening is bound by gods artistic hands. . . . .
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC
Nothing to do
Nothing to say
The birds are singing
••
Nowhere to run
Nothing to hide or lose
I'm a coming for you
••
Machine gun nation
Killing wives and children
Fear is UNLOOSED
••
Winds blowing
Fires in the hills
Corpses in your memories
:::/.::::
you wanna live here man !
Then do !
Me ? I'm gonna leave
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Oh the love you claim you feel
Now is the time
To prove its real
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
My eyes have seen the gore, aye, the coming of the sword
As it ***** the village women where the grapes of wrath are stored
For they unloosed fateful lightning of Taliban's abhorred
As the West keep watching on
Tens of thousands bodies lie a-mouldering in their graves
Thousands Afghan bodies lie a-mouldering in their graves
Tens of thousands bodies lie a-mouldering in their graves
As the West keep watching on
I've seen them from the watch-towers as the babies' heads they *****
As they sacrifice on their altars old 'n helpless in their ramp
As they shout their ritiosity by their dim and flaring lamps
That their truth is marching on
Gory, Gory halleluhja
Gory, Gory halleluhja
Gory, Gory halleluhja
Their truth is marching on
I have heard the sighed-on writ of paper sophistry
That deal with his condemners by twisting history
As the demons, born of women, make ****** tapestry
As the truth is marching out
Glory, Glory halleluhja
Gory, Gory halleluhja
Glory, Glory halleluhja
As the truth is marching out
He has sounded from the pulpit that he'll ne'er regret retreat
He is giving out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat
Oh, be swift, my soul to answer, to condemn the man's conceit
For the youth are marching on
Gory, Gory halleluhja
Gory, Gory halleluhja
Gory, Gory halleluhja
For the youth are marching on
From the ***** of the armies of NATO's strategy
To train the Afghan soldiers and equip their military
The Taliban laugh loudly as others die to make men free
As the truth keeps marching on
Gory, Gory halleluhja
Gory, Gory halleluhja
Gory, Gory halleluhja
As the truth is marching on
My eyes have seen the gore, aye, the coming of the sword
As it ***** the village women where the grapes of wrath are stored
For they unloosed fateful lightning of the Taliban's swift sword
As the West keep watching on
Aug 21, 2021
Aug 21, 2021 at 10:46 PM UTC
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Stark blue suns are her eyes,
Set in the redden cosmos of breaking hair,
Light is caught in rings
And broke are ones as they shy from heat;
The cauldron of spheres,
That rope in the twines of constellations.
In fractals of tearing blood;
Which stream in a body freed like heavens,
She plays with sprung time
And the arrow of reason is forced beyond,
Into the sights unknowing;
How the flesh is shorn in the rashes of stars.
Such cold fire in youths eyes,
Novae blue flush is the inert crush of gravity;
Unloosed within surrenders
And in rung fields of vibration sets the alchemy;
Crash of rarified elements,
She smelts of iridium blast, casts into soul.
Her looks are for truest makings,
Planets bursted to form creations dream;
To bury sorrows heavy rock,
As it flows up from wet orb into her mantle;
A plateau of cloud for man,
To reach births of light, christen in goddess.
.
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 6:01 PM UTC