"unstopped" poems
Tempus Fugit:
Nought is eternal,
Nox is ephemeral,
And
The Charred Canvas
Of
The Night Sky
(Noctis Lucis Caelum,
Scala Ad Caelum)
Bedarkened & besmirched, bespeaks
A
Love-Worn Wayward, Wayworn.
In the
Citadel
Of mine
Temporal Heart
Time
Streams infinitely
As an
Exhalation of The Ethereal One.
The Chronology of
The Arbiter of Fates
Shalt Destine,
Herald Eternitas
Upon
The Phantasmagoric Horizon
Of
Mine Mind's Sky
Wondering
Upon
Days of Yore.
(The Hither,
The Thither,
And
The Morrow.)
These
Luminescent Children are
Are born
To wax Luminaries
Then,
Wax Nebulous
For all eternity.
O, Metempsychosis;
Born of
Edicts Unseen,
Of that
Which was,
Is,
&
Will Be.
(For
All things
Are
Circular & Cycling,
Existentially.)
We were conceived
Infinitely
To
Infinity
And beyond.
Let He, Let She
Whose
Ears & Eyes
Of
The Unuttered Anima
Be unstopped, unfurled
To resonations:
Deep within.
The Emerald Lifestream Anew
Dost begin.
The Sovereign of Songbirds sings
Esprit d' amour
To those who wait.
(Se' Lah.)
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 5:21 PM UTC
I love her
I desire her
More than anything
I can imagine
But I am unsure
I dreamt of her
I weep for her
I struggle with myself
But I never conquered
‘cos I am unsure
And at night
I hug my pillow
In my sleep
I held her tight
But I couldn’t keep her
For I was unsure
She kept coming
She kept smiling
But never opened her hands
To give me a warm embrace
Which is all I desire
And the more I am unsure
I never told her
I love you
I’ve never held her
In my hands
But I love her
Though I am unsure
The wound remained unhealed
The vacuum remained unfilled
The tears flow unstopped
And I’m losing her
Who is the remedy
‘Cos I’m unsure
And I’m losing her
Fast than I expected
Though she still smiles
The fear increased unmeasured
She loves me
I don’t know
For I am unsure.
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 4:52 AM UTC
I slash open
the fine lines
of my veins
to let in the
starry breath
of night
fresh and fiery
as a snap of chaos
left out
in the firmament
to chill,
the frigid air
weaving an
icy filigree
upon the black
cooling my blood
soothing the
night creatures
that swerve and sway
beneath my skin
restless as tiny demons
always locked away,
within
They emerge from
their hibernation
into the gelid
crackle of air,
zipping over the
sheens of ice floes
unstopped by sudden
change in climate
frozen moss between
their claws, their toes
In this icicle-dipped
troposphere
a burning
descends upon
my tastebuds
just as if
you have
kissed me
the ebbs
of time seemingly
bringing you closer
an energetic wrapping
up and through
my being
like the breathiest of
polar mist
and as I gaze up
at the tiny
wisps of light,
lustrous as the
full moon scattered,
the astral plane
whirrs deep within me
stirring up my womb
ploughing the fields
of my mind
creating riverflow
from icy drought
soothing the
cuts and fissures
and rocky edges
of my aching
prophetess
heart
Fragile yet callused,
toughened with time
as it beats
beneath the ice
soft as the inside of
a wounded animal
blessed by its hunters
for making itself a gift
to the tribe
apparently
your warrior's
palm alone
can melt it
down
and sometimes,
as I get
lost inside deeply
wild tundras,
suddenly
I'm
found
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 6:54 AM UTC
Sometimes I forget and the bells are unrung
Prayers unsaid
Hymns unsung
Sometimes I forget and the dirt is unstirred
Sky unrained
Birds unheard
Sometimes I forget and the worms are unfed
Bough unblown
Leaves unshed
Sometimes I forget and your face is unframed
Bed unseen
Stone unnamed
Sometimes I forget and your voice is unstopped
Flowers uncut
Life uncropped
Sometimes I forget and my smile is unfeigned
Nights undark
Days unpained
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 9:38 AM UTC
silver stars are softly shining
somewhere safe their light is leading
stop the wars and stop the fighting
let us journey home
are you lost, forlorn, and lonely?
is your courage fading swiftly?
let thy spirit not forsake thee;
home is waiting; come.
through the darkness and the shadows
heedless of the way the wind blows
undaunted by death, unstopped by sorrows
we choose the higher road
candles in the window burning
watch and wait for your returning
walk through night and into morning
don't stop til you're home
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 8:43 AM UTC
keyboards lights beer bottles paintings knives keys and things
chairs rugs walls floors speakers music air curtains wood
hammers cds paper cigarettes and misshapen dreams
that world around us
we see we see we see we see
sea **** you and me
oh please oh please
rambling for the sake of rambling
of the man who sat with a crooked smile
and broken teeth
a showers no shower with out heart
so whats the point to be clean
he lives on the street and I'm surrounded by clutter
I like the clutts of the ers
gives me reason to stay indoors on sunny days
and lose myself with imaginations of reconstructed men
who fought wars to lose wars who won battles to lose lives
who made money by losing it all
they were told what to do
these false imagined men
and they did just that cause they weren't men
but objects on the street corners
next to ******
at least ****** have jobs employed by lust
we pay them for a quick tour of our bodies
hey I say we're young explore yourself
that itch will go away
maybe
it didn't so you lived good job
tell the devil hi for me
i bet he's a fun guy
or a horned goat painted red by the blood
of the ****** and drama queens
who told stories to scare little children to do good
but that wasn't enough so we were bribed with gifts
gifts from a fat man who watched you day and night
who watched you sleep and say wether you've been naughty or nice
thats creepy
it worked
I got scared and I got anxious
they didn't mean to make me cry
but did i cry a river which flooded those imagined men
away from death into santas lap for the devil to poke with one of his horns
you pick which one
to know that you just realized how old your not
wishing you didn't wish anymore
for those gifts which made good boys and girls
momma didn't lie to hurt
so don't hurt my friends cause these words are random thoughts
unstopped by clicks and ticks from moving fingers
which just don't stop
won't stop
can't stop
will stop
stop
just go
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 3:00 PM UTC
Slithering silently
entering
between blank spaces
of fragile fabric
of fiction
and real reacting
shivering
skin
it slips in
an idea
between dreams
daring
like an unseen hand
unanticipated
unstopped
And it floods
the mind
with irresistible
insisting
persistent
images
irrelevant to reality
but real
nonetheless
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 10:43 AM UTC
i dragged the blade across my skin
and bled the pain away
the curse that flowed around within
no longer had to stay
i huffed and could no longer feel
if i was still alive
and asked for beatings hard and real
to help me then revive
my face had blackened here and there
i morphed into one dead
i had no time to eat my hair
had left my waning head
in time i withered like a leaf
as autumn did arrive
and knew just by the weight of grief
my corpse was still alive
but one day as i sat in bed
and found an empty pad
i wrote the tale of my life's dread
the mourning of the sad
i cut the forms of letters there
the pen unstopped had bled
the curse into the morning air
and i would live instead
(C)2019, Christos Rigakos
Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 9:29 PM UTC
The old man lived in a cabin
At the end of the woods.
The logs are cracked and decayed,
They slant like branches would.
The door is ajar,
Leaving a dark cavity
To show me what’s inside
It will soon be no mystery.
Stepping in I hear the clock
Ticking like an unstopped heart.
I hear the loose papers ruffling restlessly
The papers with the blue-red ink clots.
The dusty typewriter assumes its position
On the shaking table edge,
The corners of the books are bent
Prostrate, on the window ledge.
A glass, stained with the ****** residue
Of stale, musky wine left on a chair
Reminds me of the chilling fate
That, to me, never really seemed fair.
This assemblage of antiquities
Stand here, as a memory, like a shrine
We all leave an indelible mark here
What marks will be mine?
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 5:19 PM UTC
sun sets
eyes lock
one kiss
love unstopped
colors arrayed
across the sky
no lies
but then she dies
May 7, 2010
May 7, 2010 at 1:49 PM UTC
A creak in the door, your heart skips a beat,
You try to catch your breath, and you hear the sound of walking feet.
Your heart pounds and you race off to get outside,
But the door seems cemented shut, oh no! Got to hide!
But you know you cannot escape one who is unstopped by walls, floors, and objects,
And all of its evil subjects.
Your close your eyes and hope it goes away, to end all this impending doom,
And yet then you sense something coming into your room.
You cannot move, it feared you still,
You cannot struggle, it holds your will.
Your eyes creak open, but not by your choice,
Then when you think you're done for, the sun comes up and saves you; rejoice!
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 11:35 PM UTC
From hazel brown, to light jade green,
each color intrigues me.
I float around this afterlife, deciding on my eyes,
that will come to pass in my further life.
People float beside me,
each bored without question,
and just float up to the color of their random selection.
I wondered to myself,
"Is there a combination,
of these colors I must pick,
or is my choice not a mixture of things."
Then I see it, a curtain I think, hanging, from somewhere above me.
I walk through it, unnoticed, unstopped, and see colors of a different sort.
On these eyes, held a soul of different forms.
One had a glint of blue flowing through green like a trespasser in a sea.
Another had gold,
tainting its blue,
so it looked like a diamond ring had been carved into.
Another, quite intriguing,
was two souls intermingling.
One of the eyes was a beautiful shade of blue, which contrasted too,
the tainted green, that was the color of emerald, strong and serene.
This pair drew me in,
its difference, quite startling,
and although in my next life, I'll have two different colored eyes,
I'll enjoy the presence of them, with every glittering smile.
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 8:11 AM UTC
I am crying again.
My Simba is gone. Before closing eyes,
unstopped he was looking at me.
Is it better to hang?
I will ask Sylvia Plath, what was the need,
to close all the windows and set gas free.
I slapped me. What was
the attachment with an alien? I was
looking at the face of Venus.
Nov 8, 2023
Nov 8, 2023 at 7:54 PM UTC
As the weeping willows bend in the breeze never to break,
I will bend as well.
I know that every kiss was real,
Every touch,
Placed deliberately
Every night spent with you in my arms was appreciated.
I knew from the beginning you may change your mind,
To wish to return to the longing stares
That I'll throw your way when I see you in a crowded room.
I knew that we could,
very well,
return to your hand moving past mine unstopped.
I'll miss letting you claim me with your lips
Allowing you to stroke my soul with words unbound
I'm not okay with the situation
But, yeah,
I'll be your friend, again.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC
Do not come to me to comfort
I am strange and I can say nothing
I can say nothing as might soothe
Your electrical worry or doubts
I am a chocked word, suddenly
Teary. The lip quivers, the eye
Crinkles, and hands begin to move
To try and hide a thousand things
I am shuffle, snort, stumbled
Through the hard-edged streets
Shadows curve upon me, but
Move unstopped nonetheless
Do not stop, stare, ponder kindly
I may break to a hundred bits
Of sordid limb and red, I may crumple,
May thin, I may really begin to weep.
Oct 18, 2023
Oct 18, 2023 at 2:17 AM UTC