"unseeable" poems
For the readers
Nerds, geeks, book lovers
Wizards, Hobbits, and Tributes,
believing in unseeable lands.
Minds grow restless to travel
through the fluttering pages
of these paper portals,
Bookmark today and visit
another version of reality.
Brave enough to love
people they can’t see.
People they will never meet
People who would understand them
The way no one else does
Smart enough to know
this world isn't worth staying
Dystopian lands often favorable
To our own growing demise
Wholeheartedly believing
in the fictional and loving the unreal.
Attempts to turn the nonfiction fiction
To self hypnotize away today's chaos
You must have one hell of a heart
to seek refuge
in another's imagination,
and be able come back
to reality when your done
and try to to love this world.
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 1:42 PM UTC
Prelude
"Let's go" his soft whisper
the mantra, in his voice she hears
the esoteric voyage through
the cryptic high seas of self,
fathomless, unmapped,
uncharted and reachable
only by the most fearless
ready to unbind and make
the self free for it's adventure,
begins thus for the peaceful pair
complementing the absolute
for a life time, til they reach there
and find themselves one with
pure consciousness.
"Let's let's, but only together"
she chants in unison,with him.
1.
Bidding good bye to ego, clad in red and black
a beast, not easy to bring to it's knees, submit,
the high horse proud,raring to go,having sharp horns
sticking out, fierce, that goes berserk,on seeing white.
Altogether a curious construct, that dictates terms-
they set about, invoking the blessing of the flame of light.
2
They stood together, eyes widely shut, bringing
both palms together,in front of their chests
creating a lotus bud, symbolizing hearts,bowing
each other in "Namaste",-bows the divinity in thyself-
chanting the mantras of peace, thrice, each time, repeatedly.
3
"Lets go back to the begining of every begining.."
the primordial hum, transcending quagmires of time
in the path of our ancestors,who did see the" unseeable",
without eyes, knew the "unknowable",diving in to the
ocean depth of self,going inwards chanting"Neti, Neti"
Not this, Not this, inquiring each till the essence did reveal.
4
They did this, focusing the eye of the mind, on the eye
beyond all, that watches every small thing in universe.
Mind, sharpened like the blade of a sword,efficient to cut
the Gordian knots,of paradox, duality and illusion,
encountering the silence that thickens at last, speaks
the words of wisdom,patient they are, to know the ultimate,
right there at the source of light that is the true essence of all,
5
Celebrate the pure consciousness, that pervades in every thing,
the thought that begets all thoughts,that moves on to be karma,
that becomes purer, through the cycles of lives, one after another.
"Let's be humble, utmost, sans the ornamental clothes of pride.
May the thought reigning cosmos, the spirit of peace,chanted aloud,
take us to it's sanctum sanctorum and melt us in to it's divine embrace.
Only one there is, all are it's integrals,the divine cosmic hum 'Aum'
that enliven the universe within each cell, remember , is eternal"
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 10:49 AM UTC
Nobody
would've ever guessed that
I,
Maggie,
the crazy, joyful,
happy
one,
could've ever done what I did.
I, Maggie,
the one that prances around,
not giving a ****
The one that
takes life by the hand and
pulls it along
after her;
while deep inside, she
scorns it.
As I smile on the outside,
no one can guess the amount of
pain
that my soul is putting up with.
I mask it with
false joy,
unknown to others and
unseeable
except for when I
slash it open on my
wrists,
legs;
My only weak spots.
And nobody would've guessed that
I,
Maggie,
the one who loves,
hated herself enough to try to
end herself.
They never could've,
though.
I gave them no reason to.
So why would I want them to think that I
did?
I blame the hormones.
Nov 4, 2011
Nov 4, 2011 at 12:31 AM UTC
I'm tired of this fake reality.
This non existent world I call home.
This fantasy where whales fly with the wind while woodpeckers swim with the waves.
A place that Impossible scenarios call home.
Exhaustion takes me there every night.
I've studied this place and I know how it works now.
It's not a home for impossible scenarios but a place for false hope.
It takes your memories and creates fantasies that'll never turn into actualities.
I've noticed this so I've stop trying to go there.
These nightmarish places disguised as fascinating fantasies are no interest to me anymore.
I'm leaving this hellish place behind but I'm not going to leave without something.
I'm not going to let my nightmares runaway with years of my dreams.
I will drag something good out of this situation because my teacher told me to write a celebration.
When in reality
For me at least
That is almost unachievable.
Key word almost
All I have ever wrote is depressing poems crafted by a beautiful mind using sinful words.
So I ask myself:
How is this possible?
How does one take a hellish situation and find hope?
How does one go outside their comfort zone?
What am I going to do?
I've tried before.
It only stuck me in second place at my freshmen year slam which ***** because I finally know I'm much more then some ******* second place at a freshmen year slam.
I just wish I knew that early.
So I wouldn't have to have these emotional scars, and physic.
They have returned, day after day, week after week, year after year.
But I am done.
I'm going to find something good in these nightmares if it kills me.
I've taken these emotional scars and taught myself to deal with them.
These scars that are unseeable can't restrain me anymore.
You see, I finally now how to give celebration to these corrupted dream catchers that live inside my head.
These Permanent EMPs that block dreams and not nightmares.
These things that have created unwanted dates with unwanted "dreams".
I've experienced anything and everything there.
So if I'm gonna pull anything from this hellish place.
It's experience.
I've played this game of life hundreds of times and I finally know the level nows.
I know where not to go.
I know what not to do.
And I know who not to talk to.
You see these things are just thoughts from my broken guardian angel trying to warn me about the bad things in life.
The things in life that broke her and made her unrepairable.
She does not want that for me.
So thank you broken guardian angel for stealing my dreams and making them nightmares.
I've only just realized that these nightmares are metaphors for hard life lessons.
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 1:33 PM UTC
The road darkens quickly;
it turns and sways
and tapers off into an unseeable zenith.
The gravel cracks
and rolls underfoot.
This road peels skin off of knees. This road
rips palms to shreds
but I've traversed it many times;
I can recall each boulder and each
protruding limb.
I nestle between the crags and
I bathe in the starlit puddles. The water is
murky and littered
with bottles, with pens, with Barbie dolls.
It is lukewarm.
I revel in my shivering, pruning skin.
I walked along its path
yesterday.
I closed my eyes but
I listened well.
Unholy silence.
I lifted my foot and triumphed a
broken branch that always exists. I could run
this road blinded and gagged.
I dipped my toe in a puddle. Time
wouldn't let me
bathe.
Darkness fell beyond my eyelids and chilled
these fragile shrouds.
I leapt over a crag. It has grown
since I've been gone.
I fell into its depths. It isn't a crag at all:
it is the end.
This road has broken off and it
dangles children's toys
off a precipice.
I am still falling. The wind lashes at my eyes
and dries out my tongue.
I am blinded and I am gagged, but
I do not know this road at all.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
she boiled my blood inside a *** of steel,
with bread she cooked it thoroughly till foam,
had covered all, unseeable, unfeel-
-ing, vengeance wrathful, hardened to a loam,
where blood is life, she caused the life to be,
unlivable, no more a life to me
(C)2012, Christos Rigakos
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 2:51 PM UTC
silk & saffron cylinders basking in the still light
thoughtlessly as a blue jay bathes in his bird bath
as a brave baby bites for his mother's bare breast
as i watch you from a house across, you stretch awake
your rib cage glimpses the light for a moment and
dissolves, disappears.
i knew i was unseeable first when i was five
watching my mother undress for him and then him and then him
and then again when i was fourteen when my eyes
were white as snow against the unlit room
but still my sister didn't-couldn't see me staring.
i'm a ghost, woman,
and I need to **** something
to make me live again
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 2:41 AM UTC
I see two paths,
two lives for myself -
with him I am cast into
an ocean of untamed feeling,
lost to reason,
and floating off into an unseeable future.
With the other, I am held fast,
held close by his love
and burrowed deep into the earth;
an old tree that twists faithfully
growing strong and aging gently
across the planes of a lifetime.
How am I to love -
who am I to be, to choose,
to sink into.
I feel the pull of his tumultuous waves
and the roots that simultaneously
bind me to the earthly warmth
of another kind of man.
Apr 13, 2022
Apr 13, 2022 at 8:58 AM UTC
Drowned in self pity
Negativity
Eats you up like breakfast
Tears away fragile tissue
Smears your head in thick mud
Dirt in your lungs
Spits on your dreams
Kicks at your wishes
But he's weak
He comes
He goes
No more
And when you find the strength
Peak your head over the high mountain
Down into the green, green valley
The valley, not of death, but the opposite
Be sure to remember his face
Never forget the horrors of old
For they are what keep you from that place
Another visit, another level of Hell
It's never necessary lest you're careless
If you forget that grudges aren't you
And they only **** truth
And that sharp words make no one
Except the speaker... bleed
This - this thing -
Unnameable but unmistakable
Unseeable and unkillable
It diesnt deserve your sugary disposition
Or you're homely offer of kindness
Just show it what you're made of
Smile a smile to cause blindness
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
His Mother thinks her way is supreme So
another man arrested by hubris.
My gifts learned and honed in fire are
as useless to her as **** on a bull.
Unable to see the unseeable.
Hear the unhearable.
know the unknowable
Renders gender sense to the ash heap of
Pure Feelings.
Why not pluck the eyes
Cork the ears with molten lead.
Burn the olfactory to the ground.
Testosterone will dazzle and fling that yolk aside.
Mother nature has her place but
Father Time will bring all to balance.
If left to his devices.
A fathers gifts are underrated. A cultural
Blunting.
Sorry baby bunting.
Daddy can't go hunting.
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 3:28 AM UTC
*Sitting in the cold metal bench
Shivering, I wait for the train
I watch people come, then blench
I hear some guy calling Jane
I see a face, a lost young face, crying
I listen to a mystical men playing violin
In the dark left corner of the station
Weeping a deep melody about lying
This...ah...sedation?
I... I watch,
I... I hear,
I see,
I listen but I've only been
Here for a fraction of a second...
(I reckon)
The train is coming
The ground is shaking
Please view me
Please dye my soul
I've no control
The answers? The questions!
The questions that lead to wandering
Pondering the suggestions of answers
Am I invisible?
A spectrum of light unseeable to human eye?
A slave of the soul?
What role?
Reset!
Set!
and go...
I'm suddenly in a train, no woe
Sitting in a warm bench
Snug and no pain
With no clot of revenge
Someone pulled the plug
I feel...disconnected of...??
Memories?
Reflections?
Wonders?
Brrrumm!!
Thunders in all directions
Ripped from above the numb
I've no control
Am I a slave of the soul?
A spectrum of light unseeable to human eye?
Invisible?
The train stops!
and the curtain drops.*
Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 2:11 PM UTC
Music
Just has a way
Of expressing everything
Worming itself
Deep
Deep
Down
Inside
Digging out the deepest
Hidden emotions
Explaining the inexplicable
Showing the unseeable
*The Pain
Anguish
Reluctance
Sentiment*
Everything you wanted
To say
To express
To think
*Anger
Tears
Frustration
Turmoil*
It all comes out
The instrument
An extension of your very self
The vibrations reaching
Your very core
And sometimes
You even feel a little
Pull
In the argument between
Melody and
Lyrics
The Music
Is the Power
The Words
Only give it
Meaning
But they can only do
So much.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 10:07 AM UTC
Love can shine like salvation.
Love lights unseeable torches
When heated, love evades judgment.
It gives breath to the sweetest sounds.
Love makes reasons and it breaks reason.
Jan 9, 2022
Jan 9, 2022 at 7:01 AM UTC
Freezing cells into place
Carved-out space
Most of the possessors are
****** queens
with unseeable crowns
and tethered gowns
The particles assemble, dissemble
And in their midst
Oh, how I tremble
-cj
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
He looks up at me with fragility,
his panic an unseeable mask from
reality.
I have lost him to his past.
I cannot fix this,
cannot change this,
but I'll try.
I'll try to make it bearable,
For him,
because I love him,
and that's what loved ones do.
"Is there anything I can do?"
I murmur, lighting treading
my words into the forest of his brain.
I shall remain here till I can find him
once again.
"No"
His face so weary with defeat
stares down at the floor, and at his
feet. In these moments I see him
weak.
Alone.
Like me, but not.
The Child the Parents forgot.
"Would you like me to leave?"
I stroke his hair, an involuntary
gesture, used almost to assure
myself that he is still here
with me.
At least in body.
"No"
The voice reaches out to me,
and speaks of beatings,
loneliness,
and pain. I watch the stains
drain him, so engrained in him,
it's hard to watch.
I want to wash his mind,
to find a piece of light to
curl between his fingers
and make
him cling to
tight.
I want to make it right.
And so I wait. Cast a breadcrumb
trail of bait, and will him
back to me.
Patient, and understanding,
holding and
hoping to travel an
embrace into the past,
and raft my love
to freedom.
Come back to me
Please
I don't like it when you leave me
Time always has an echo.
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
Numbers are real
Yet, untouchable.
The universe in my hand
Literally, unseeable.
My thoughts,
they’re real
But seemingly, unbelievable.
Your skin against mine,
Ha! improbable.
Longing for you,
The impossible.
I’m waiting for you,
That’s undeniable.
Your feelings?
That’s questionable.
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 3:39 PM UTC
My fire is dilatorily dissipating.
I was once a holocaustal conflagration.
A cremating, mad inferno.
Containing an unseeable array of vibrant shades of amber;
that could be seen from distant, distant regions.
I had once ignited with such a passion.
A drive that was beautifully unstoppable.
You were my blazing incendiary.
You started this combustible mess.
I am now but a flickering ember,
barely being able to spark.
My once scorching and numerous flames
have pulverized to ashes.
...Ironic isn't it?
The arsonist who dared to create me
whom fueled me with such a flammable tinder
was the same person
who tore me down
within seconds
with but a drop of water
and a blink of an eye.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
Changle changle, Chain chain.
Jingle like that loose brain
The sounds of coins, full and dense
Tasting all that decadence.
Inertly, following I not must
allow that gentle heart to rust
The hole, may not of course be true
but it's reality brings
terrible news.
If this book, which it is just that,
is not fiction, but after all, a fact
That is the worst, yes, indeed
For we are all bound by our greed
We must obey, the words, the facts
Those undoubtable, untouchable
unseeable artefacts.
Yes, hell for you. And you. And you.
Heaven for me and those who agree
That some-man-in-the-sky-decided-that-he-wanted-us-to-be
Free?
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 9:44 PM UTC