"unrelented" poems
*The unrelented grotesque of the old town centre
Buzzing strongly from its high
Too many unpleasantries for me to count
Is what I discovered after midnight
While everyone was laughing, shouting and wandering around
I was cowering, screaming and pleading for no more sound
My butterflies were neurotic - they were eating me inside
It's a wonder why I didn't throw up one single time
And so, I ran away
Through the flags and bunting
I ran away
Past the ranting and blubbering
I ran away
I'm anxious to tears
I ran away
Get me out of here!*
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 6:10 PM UTC
A nomadic soul blows carelessly in the wind. Winding down an untrodden path, he creates a new way for a friend. Patience again and again, will be the factor that lends, the helping hand to lost whims. Flimsy ghosts in the wind, sing freedom songs to no end. Mend a broken heart to be tended. Send a lost letter to be commended. On you travel, unrelented. Spend a moment to be splendid. Not confused to be offended. Pending goals to be achieved, you're relieved there are more answers conceived. Hidden truths be believed, and perceive a message indeed. Seed the plant to feed the steed. Need not selfishness and greed, to enjoy the aroma of **** Knead a knot in in your back and take a **** and relax. Tack kind words to a fax, that slips on through the small cracks. Jack and Jill with strong backs, keep traveling on down the tracks.
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 9:29 PM UTC
Holy **** man
intrinsic blue flame jet set smoke and green neon light smacked right into the main cable.
Thick liquid bass thump with the breakbeat bump
in sight and sound of tasted color.
Makes a meandering soul to twist
and twilight the highlight of the lowest man to find.
Pounded feet on cracked side street
****** that sell out the unrelented love.
When one starts another mixed in to beat match strike and spark
to set it off.
Down the highway flyway light streaked past in transient sound
of the spatial distorted.
Become the freak high sung from these beats
spilled down from heaven in this divine golden potion.
From oblivion to the tree tops on a flow of
Liquid
Candy
Motion.
Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 2:31 PM UTC
Will anyone look for that One Alone?
When this book on loan
has been returned
to the Library of Lamps as all its oil is burned?
When the waves retreating
have finished erasing
the messages I whispered
those etched with sobs unhindered
on the sands seemingly numbed
on the seashore of your heart succumbed?
Will anybody wonder what’s going on?
The nameplate’s gone
on the face of the closed door
of that room on the upper floor
that a while ago was Altar of Magnum Opus
of the tiring writer’s stylus
and Tabernacle
of a cramped leg muscle
of that voice that preached Darwin’s epistle.
The gong’s now muted
Just yesterday it was calling unrelented
upon fellow believers demented
The sun now starts to peep
As stars bid goodnight to sleep
The frail shadow shall lay down, no scent of frankincense
in the tomb of forgotten replies, with reminiscence -
of a hundred “wait till tomorrow” in any sense,
a thousand “just a minute” in any tense
“see yah later”, for a thousand “Whens?”
“soon . . .”, and now just silence . . .
Life leaves a million lessons.
and yes, I, we, will always remember . . .
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 3:29 AM UTC
Strewn into the world, plucked from the veil
An existence unconsented
A consciousness awoken, now pain can be hailed
A life that has unrelented
I irrevocable, cannot be undone
Suicide not a solvent, I will always have existed
From myself nowhere to run
Pain is all, lacking pleasure, happiness resisted
If prevention of pain is your sole desire,
On my philosophy you should inquire
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 9:42 AM UTC
I've left my darkness
In the past,
Those days have passed.
I'm now the light that manifests
In a woman of twenty-one.
Like a flower
Budded and scented
My beauty unrelented;
Such power
For a woman of twenty-one.
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 6:06 PM UTC
Unexpected resurrection of my dabbled dreams by way of unrelented surprise.
Supposed fast forward into the mud pies in which my dreams now lie.
Hands on practice,
For saying goodbye.
Unintelligible groveling of my mind begging for something familiar.
*
Hello there.
This is your blank slate.
Do with it what you will.
*
Stale heartsongs frozen in headlights.
Unsure of where to run.
Anywhere but away.
Perhaps,
Ere on the side of caution,
LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO.
Take a step back,
Onto the fallen floorboards that follow behind.
Fast forward the rewind.
It is time.
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 12:27 PM UTC