"unsober" poems
******
A symbol of denial, congeniality, and assurance of love;
the fate of maternity, motherhood, that is witnessed
and cherished from afar.
From a sacred little haven;
from a struggle of motherly defense.
O ******
Temptations are to you never a bother,
in the tempests of lush dreams,
the draining of purity,
and veritable sensations.
Steadiness is your notion;
it barely leaves your mind
you may be deeply hurt
but never hurt,
you may be a stranger
but your grace is your power.
Truth that is unpardonable,
veraciousness at my simplest words,
clarity that is gleaming in your eye,
a token of pleasure but indestructible affection;
adorable as you are,
serenity is beyond question;
dreams are but inseparable from your docile life.
O ****** the sweetness and gentleness of thy eyes
are my irreplaceable silence,
my appraised soul,
and my most resolute
and irrepressible invocation.
O ****** one that is so rare a rose
Many as in the May-day dance are tainted;
marks of annoyance, omens of indulgence.
With hunger for nothing but moans;
unsober groans, and quickening breaths in paces of outward satisfaction;
intoxicated desires but unloving movements;
on the grounds for endless dancing;
there is the thirst for grips, the grossest of stateliness!
Voluptuous romance, perfidious touches, and
false-hearted toys!
In the wakeful dreams of which
I long for you, a handful of thy chastest kisses!
I pray for your hands, so delicate
as mine, how they shall fit into each other!
I long for your lips, your spotless, uncorrupted cheeks,
My demand is for your hands;
for sanity, and sincerest cordiality
Despite of my guilt and former unconsciousness
I shall amend my grief for you,
for you only,
for oureth perfect, unconquerable happiness,
and the union of our souls
in a day of holy matrimony.
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 7:35 AM UTC
flesh crayons and acrylic paints
on the white cardboard
I see long leg dogs and paint ***** and
odd shapes in my head
I brush the flesh on the board
hard red colours
blackish brown
orange and mango and sky blue paint
gets on the tides of the carpet
what to paint next
I’m always drawing faces
ugly girls with love eyes
and the mole between the nose and the lip
small *******
I should call my art UNSOBER Arte, I painted
being on something
the colours move and swish
they dry fast
it’s freak art
bad really bad art
I know you won’t somber to it
that’s fine.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 10:18 AM UTC
Leave the lights off,
and chase the moon
for the sun will come
way too ******* soon,
just lie down with me,
let us pass the time
just as will time
pass us by.
Now we're older
yet still unsober
and those sacred
days are over
that we used to
spend alone or
just trying to
find a lover
to share the
night with
under covers
far too tangled
and disordered,
but now the nights
are so much shorter
because we are
getting older
each and
every
day
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 8:16 AM UTC
Partys for couples new lovers and just friends.
Music to fill the night the streets of New york
breath life to old flames keeping even jaded souls warm.
The lonley gather round the TV.
sharing a glimpse at something we all yern to have.
And from the up high the streets seem magic tonight.
the soudtrack of the night will echo
into are hungover minds with a painful yet happy reminder
of last nights celebration.
Late night lovers will smile and go there awkward ways.
So many acts in so many different plays.
creeping back to are corners in lastnights suit and tie.
Tight little black dress kiss worn lips
acting happier than two kids ragged in need of a shave
you with hair in a mess.
And for friends that gather to relive not so real
past glory.
The pages are left to the writter.
To add to lastnights not so original story.
As the barflys gather to battle another unsober day.
I watch this first new day anew.
Take a sip from my flask and thank the lord
for one more year with you.
And tonight I say to you all raise that glass.
kiss that stranger you know so well.
Laugh love and live.
And thank whomever ya choose weve made it through another
year to tell.
Dec 31, 2009
Dec 31, 2009 at 8:48 AM UTC
i like it when we drink
the scent of sweet alcohol,
rockets burning through my chest's atmosphere
my head in outer space
i watch you
set aside your branches
as i take pleasure in your fire.
narrow your already narrow lids,
turn the edges of your lips,
tilt your head as your hair slips.
lured and leashed,
that smirk.
Oh God, that smirk.
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 1:39 PM UTC
Remember that time
we came home
from drinking
at that party
and I was pretty
much sloshed?
she said
and we staggered
along that roadway
and I began singing
that love song
and you joined in
and we were like
a pair of unsober
Sinatra and Ella?
I nodded my head
lying on our bed
waiting for her
to undress
and we had just left
that friend of yours
that one who kept
touching my ***
and you just laughed
and said he was just
being friendly
and whose face
I slapped and you
made it up to him
saying it was that
kind of week?
sure I remember
I said
scratching my thigh
and as we got to that
junction going off
into town and down
to this place
and I felt the sudden
need to ***
and you said
go do it in that porch
and I said what if
someone sees
and you said
I'll tell them you
were trying it
out for size?
Sure I do
I said
as you stood there
**** naked gazing
at yourself in
the tall-boy mirror
but I didn't I held it in
and walked that
funny walk
with my hands
pushed between my legs
and you said
think of a desert
and no water
and I ran the last few
feet in the door
and just made it in time
and you came in
and shut the door
but I hadn't
I'd peed on the floor?
Yes I recall
I said
but I didn't at all.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 2:55 AM UTC
I want to forget about the distance, if only for an instant.
I want to feel your lips on mine, even if its a lie.
Every time I feel dizzy, faint
In my head leaves a beautiful picture to paint
I want to feel your chest on my head, forever. Like you said
I want to know if your words were true.
when you said " i love you"
I want to know, is it time to let go?
Should i try to forget?
Was my heart the bet?
Your random whispers in my ear
"I'm always here, I'll always be near
Was it all a lie?
Is it time to say good bye?
You always told me, I was meant for thee
Did you mean it at all?
Would you catch me if I fall?
You left without words, you got a mate in return
Are we actually over?
forever unsober
Do I have to move on?
I might not be that strong
I can't let you go, as you already know
Forever I'm yours, no matter the scores
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 6:24 PM UTC
the smell of beer covers me
and I’m flushed with anger
thinking to when it was “we”
my flesh feels like rug burn
my eyes, sinking like anchors
my head spins and spins
deep in my skin I feel
nothing but numbness
my mind will never win
this constant battle with
my intoxicated thoughts
nothing around makes sense
to an unsober mind
yet for just a few seconds I
don’t have a single thought
in my whirling mind
and I feel bliss, remembering
why I decided to pick up
the green can to begin with
a.d
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
Butterflies are drunk
of that I'm sure
They toss and tummble in the air,
dramatic acrobatics shared,
with on lookers in delight
As they sway and stumble in heaven
so pleased are they,
that too I'm sure
Merry in unsober stupor pure!
I could be so happy too
if I could get half so drunk on life
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 1:21 PM UTC