"unmoveable" poems
Calm King Crimson
On a sweet slow saunter
Sibling whistles to his self
Hound sniffs and wolves whistle
Leaps and bounds
Across the cool green ground
Ambiance is here
Lying all around
Lingering there before we met her here
Eagerly waiting to be found
Take her to bed
Or let her lead the way
Tonight there's no debating
She's already had her say
What's greater,
The living or the unlovable?
The unmoveable or those who can't stay?
Who's to say we're not all equal?
Who's to say that they're great?
In the shadow of a leaning tree
Older than all of those I know
It says nothing but I speak for it
As a wood splinter in a forest
In this case
My whispering impact is up for debate
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 5:38 PM UTC
You can be a boulder,
Unmoveable, hard, stoic;
But every stone is permeable,
And the water gets in
To make the rock sand...
Soft, malleable,
With indistinguishable grains.
I know others who swim
Against adversity to spawn in the current.
They believe destination is destiny;
Focussed, driven with tunnel vision.
Some face adversity like a roller-coaster.
When things are going north, all is good;
But they throw up their arms and scream
When going south.
I will catch the west wind,
Change course if necessary,
Tack across the white caps of roiling waters.
I will steer the rudder towards my East.
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 9:46 AM UTC
her empty heart keeps beating...
her empty gaze still sees
her voice a shell filled with the cold sand
sluggish monotone wet
of a violent empty sea....
she romances the dark masterpiece
of your voiceless screaming....
she sits with you in the gray room
her fists balled up in limp rage...
she is the daughter of her cherished heartbreak
the end result of her old lover dark and bittersweet...
a tasty gem all bright and beautiful
wrapped up in the bandages
of her battlefield romances...
her empty heart keeps beating...
her empty gaze still sees...
her warm hand still gives comfort
she is still the life behind your unmoveable force
she is a woman of these modern days
strong in ways not even she can see
beautiful beyond what any mirror can see
her heart will find its way
the love will return to eyes
her voice will grow strong once again
await her heart's spring
await her and she will see
you are the man
that was meant to be
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 1:27 PM UTC
All Understanding uncovers
ugliness, usury.
Unifying utopians
uncorruptable,
unmoveable.
Dashing Prophets promoted
promiscuous personalities.
Promethus’s powers
persisted
purposelessness.
Do Postmodern proletariats
protest phantoms?
Puckering proudly,
pondering
paraphrases?
If Egyptians engineered
excessive egoists,
Englishmen evolved
ethical
endgames.
Tradition Rules reformed
rednecks, remobilizing,
romanticizing, recursions
rose
remarkably.
If Caesar costumed
cabals crafted carefully,
Christianity calibrated
circumferential
conflicts.
Vigilantism Unveils unlucky
usurper, undoes underachieving,
unemotional, unconsciousness
unlearning
unhumanness.
Every Tadpole’s talents
triumphs titan’s tricks
tip toeing
towards
truth.
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 2:58 AM UTC
I am a ballpark moth.
a buzzing light is made my home tonight
in time it dries my wings and takes my flight
but for now i live aloft a peacetime game all
shouts and metal.
If i could say,
i know i can’t,
Like a broken arm cast in sound aluminum,
Unmoveable
but highly mobile.
Soon enough you’ll hear a mother’s admiration,
pride by proxy someone taught me:
Aggression in sublimation.
What makes a mother fly i’ll never know.
I refuse to help mythmake America’s obsessions.
smoke or dirt or metal war
mythologize
and I’ll wait forever for these wings to dry.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 12:15 AM UTC
*You will never lose my love
O Jehovah
Your's is an enduring love
Humility is your cup
For you have allowed
The most rebellious
To stand in your rightful place
Teaching us consequences
realities
You love truth & justice
You love what is good
You hate what is bad
You have shown your strength
in the face of adversity
Independent of you
Mankind will always fail
Setting up walls for greed to enter
Men destroy themselves
In war, injustice,
Tearing apart the family bond
Boundaries
are what you will tear away
From the earth
A human family is your desire
Your stand is strong as stone
Your decisions are unmoveable
Trustworthy are your ways
The right belongs to you
You are merciful beyond the meaning
In the end all will bow low
All will understand
You have made life
You have sacrificed
More than any being could imagine
You are worthy to rule
You are the rightful owner*
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 2:36 PM UTC
I wanted to speak of the infinite
To chase the stars and lose
myself in the waves.
I wanted to scream of the unheard.
To challenge the unmoveable and
Rise through winds laced with flame.
I wanted to keep moving.
But you always preferred standing still.
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
not all unmoveable objects need to be circumvented
some are telling you try a different way entirely
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 10:24 AM UTC
when all has been pared down-
wants and addictions;
love remains solid waiting
unmoveable at the bottom
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 4:04 PM UTC
toward the death trap of religion,
or the life unbecome
in act, whether with the existence
or the non-existence of a god;
justices upon the the
of judaism, equating itself within
atheism...
imagine the matter fathomable
and moveable -
yet uncertain -
or a centrity of the unfathomable,
and the unmoveable;
i tire either side of the argument,
i am simply exhausted minding both
stages with both the cares for actors
staged...
i'm tired...
please reducue wording to
the basics of arithmetics: i.e.
spelling.
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 8:55 PM UTC
/*shovels' worth of sparrow songs, hid before me, the praise of morn, I took to ***** and to cushion, that I might sneeze back, with a cajun sentiment of a, "misjudged" joke... mind you... who might care what you don't mind what others feel, when... no one, really cares, what you think? am I wrong to suggest that feeling and thinking are synonymous? both happen almost instantaneously, given a stimulant... is this some sort of pathogen of "wrong-think" sifting process? feelings are delayed patterns of the expression of intellect... thoughts are shallow counterfeits of emotions.... I too wished I was the blabber-mouth of highschool... when thinking cannot become rhetorical, it incubates itself in emotions... but when thinking incubates rhetoric... the emotions attempting to be staged, become, equivalent to, passing a stranger on a street, never giving a two second's worth of mind, worth of notice.*
the pulverising presence
of the elemental man,
lodged within,
the seemingly, unmoveable
tiers of "object";
foolish, seeking fame,
as to quench a familiarity,
in:
overcoming the torrent,
of man "evaluating" water...
riddling his equal...
perpetually undermining
metaphysical novels,
with metaphors-,
and never...
the unsatiable thirst...
*** post annus.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 9:33 PM UTC
If it were not for darkness
We could not know light
I see tiny flames
Languishing
Like flickering lanterns in little homes
Far away
Nestled on a dark hillside
Until one by one
They go out
And no-one knows where the flame has gone
But the Devil has found time for me
And he tries desperately to break my spirit
With the world at his command
For this world has cold fire
That burns like the ice of Pluto
A Trillion cameras monitor my every flinch
My every tear
Yet they cannot see
And a myriad of microphones listen to my thoughts
But they cannot hear
But you
You can hear me
Draw close to me
Touch my lips
Let me breathe strength into your soul
And I will warm your heart with my hope
And this hope does not lead to disappointment
For I am steadfast
Unmoveable
Like a crag on the mountain
I am on fire
I have seen forever
And touched the day of joy
In the new world to come
It sits carved behind my eyeslids
And safely secured in the synapses of my mind
And in the cold air
In the darkness of despair that surrounds us all
None shall smother me
I am on fire
And my flame will never go out
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 1:33 AM UTC