"unpenetrable" poems
I grew old today.
In mind, out of body.
The shafts of light that we're once danced in
As gentle summer breezes
Kissed the cheeks of innocence
Have been replaced by the
Barren winter of an apathetic heart.
In the cold solace of my December
I will be reborn
Hard and unpenetrable .
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC
You could be miles away
an untameable distance
impossible to reach
tomorrow or today
yet you sit two feet that way
Your could be slipping
falling of a cliff
into a darkness i can not follow
one hand dangling on the edge that is ripping
yet you stand firmly on the ground without tripping
You could be blinded
Sight blocked out by an unpenetrable veil
hiding me from you, unable to see the present,
memories forgotten as you go unreminded
yet your eyes shine, filled with confidence, decisions decided
Perhaps it is me
an impossible treck away
Perhaps it is me
slipping from the edge today
Perhaps it is me
blind folded, hidden from you
Perhaps it is me,
a small candle, wishing to burn anew,
yet I battle for every breath to pass
as the oxygen is taken by your inferno
my speck of light, shining through miles of darkness
your blazing fire, through clear glass
snuffs out my flame, turning it to gas
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC
I see regress in Mankind -
escaping through the backward tunnel of self inflicted destiny
Running rampant amongst the Judites, the elders too old to be alive
Printing cash coin empty of value ceaselessly into the empty abyss of night,
Oh, pity no fool for each man thinketh himself into action (reaction) -
So may the nightmares the souls of war suffer
torture the maniacal mind of these villans
and make them taste the blood of their fallen innocent prey -
Alas, history rules fate until history is let go of -
each day anew, yet strung together into eternal daylight bliss bang
Yes, and the fountains in the gardens soar higher than ever,
With peace in the ranks for conquering vibration
Lest say the suits then freedom shall be,
For the suits are the devil in disguise, selfish aliens of Mankind.
Never be nothing less than gold, they say harsh and bold
For the ones of dirt will be poor eternally, body after body -
So bow down to creation and civilization and rampant war supierors.
But the underground speaks loud, louder than air in silent transition from still movement
To an ever-evolving force of unpenetrable doubt beyond foresight or useless chaos,
The underground breathes heavy,
And exhales the toxic filth of first-world hedonistic pleasure domes of futuristic down-fall,
tasting the ****** drive of youthful generations seeking salvation from directionlessness,
And like rabbits, they take to their naked truth of love and lust,
and they bring forth a dissilution of boundaries -
They divide the seperateness of "You" and "I" into a unified personification of God called "We" -
As in "We the people", and so freedom is never more than a lover away.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 6:19 PM UTC
A snake rattles and
slithers to the rock where
it will hide in serpent secrecy like
a tongue in mouth that lies.
A boot fears no snake bite
hardened leather and harder soles
as protected as a buried coffee can in the desert
baked impenatrable, this the snake will not bite.
The unshod foot, the unsuspecting mouse are
fair prey for the fangs that drip a poison
that kills without mercy, ****** with impugnity
and swallows whole those who trust.
Better be a boot; inflexible, unpenetrable,
than a bare foot or quiet mouse
when snakes lurk
in the secret shadow whispers of the dark.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 1:55 PM UTC
Deep in the darkest corners of the mind,
through the corridors you will find,
the thoughts slowly skulking along,
and everything just feels so wrong,
the tricks it plays,
putting the host in a haze,
reality or not, who can tell
encompassed in an unpenetrable shell,
it blocks out the guiding light,
burying it far out of sight,
in the dark is when it does the most,
turning into your own personal ghost,
filling the brain with endless ideation,
begging you to bring it into fruition,
but if you work hard then you just might,
eradicate that suicidal parasite
Aug 14, 2024
Aug 14, 2024 at 3:53 PM UTC