"unstopping" poems
The sky was flat and dark
Buildings empty, smears of light
People only gray blobs mostly talking on their phones
As he walked through miles of emptiness
The silence in his mind was the sound
After the door closed for the last time.
His stomach ached, his throat dry
Feet were sore and he couldn't stop
Until he came to the overpass,
The big freeway, 12 lanes of rushing lights
So many, many going somewhere to someone
He'd had one worry
What if he came and there were no cars
Just empty gray cement washed with neon
Well, all right!
The river of metal and light was unstopping
A waterfall of motion and urgency
He was grateful as he put one leg
Then the other over the railing
Falling into the highway of the night
Nov 7, 2011
Nov 7, 2011 at 1:07 AM UTC
it’s a winter night tonight
and I’m sitting in my room
in the warmest jacket
I could find
but my hands are
still frozen
and the darkness
seeps in from the
windows
I’ve given up trying
to argue with my
suffering,
I’m just sad
and with plenty of
good reason
too
but when I climb into bed
under a thick comforter
and still shiver
I wonder why
things haven’t changed
yet
I’m still alone
nearly seven months
later
I’ve found no one,
not even a fling
not even a friend
and each day it gets harder
to get up and smile into
the cold breeze
the stars have stopped
talking to me
the earth no longer
shows me her
beauty
I do not think I will
survive the winter
alone in the universe
like this
but that’s the lie
that I like to
tell myself
I will always survive
through hell,
burning or freezing,
through apocalypse,
through upheaval,
through war,
through abandonments,
through destruction,
and even through
certain kinds of
death
I will still be here,
writing poems
for the darkness
of night
for no other reason
than to prove I existed
for one more
moment
like a soldier always marching
like an ant always building
like a tree always growing
like the world always churning
I am unstopping yet
not unyielding,
living, as I do,
in accordance with
the earth:
surviving,
if barely,
from each harsher winter
she puts before me
and always rising
greater than
before
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 12:05 AM UTC
Born into this world through pre-existing spirits
Discovering the world through all my spiritual rivets
Designing new paths over my ancestor's lives
We are walking alone in our desperate hives
My body filled with the spark and symmetry of fire and water
Guiding my soul through life for its purpose which might not matter
Seeking knowledge, love and lucidity on this mortal trail
Our legend forgotten and lost, completely off the rail
As we are kindred and divine
The life of a human holds the key to chime
I share my soul to be alive and free
Right as our history stretches up to greet thee
The future advances like an unstopping ocean
At my wake the sound of generations
The art of humanity conjuring up from our planes of life
The land in past and future being the essences of strife
In every plane exists nature, love and knowledge
A voice of voices, the voice of the world
I have walked alone and to the edge all of my life
My human mind like a vast ravine filling with knowledge
It shows me true compassion for karmic deserving, a life of college
A time to share your soul in water and land
Just another day to show the God of knowledge withstands
Human peace and understanding provides the answers
We are all seeking promise of divine ability to give us chances
We take our knowledge and lessons for the records of life and time
The moments coursing through my body like a silent mime
I am but a human with a life to climb
Jan 25, 2010
Jan 25, 2010 at 3:47 PM UTC
paper boats of hope running wet in the rains,
in the dimpled puddles closed, them odd schools
unstopping cheer
after that long hot season rain, rain
first we take off return in rain heavy rain
meetings and business and eating out wet
cloudy mourning before pale mornings,
then the lakes brimmed another spell
where the water flows, but we did not see,
too busy our lives, we did not see
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 8:56 PM UTC
Run
Running so fast
My legs unstopping
But the faces!
But the faces kept coming
Quicker
Bigger
Louder they came
Surrounding me
Enclosing me
They, trapping me
I am to late,
They've gotten me
Surely I am dead
As I wake up panting in my bed...
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 8:08 PM UTC
I don’t know if I can survive through this month. Everything seems just the same and I’m asking myself if this was how my dad used to felt like.
You keep laughting.
I don’t know if I can survive through this week. People are becoming invisible despite the fact that I keep hearing them say in my dreams: wake up.
However, your unstopping laugh is so much lauder.
I don’t know if I can survive through this day. I’m spending my time thinking on ways to scape from this prisons that I live within myself.
And you’re still laughing inside my head.
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 12:40 PM UTC
time-zone induced depth difference
shifting weather patterns of the heart
unstopping rain in the wrong latitude
scent of a different wet earth
thunder of a lonely soul
lightning of lidded eyes
eyes, with 29 different names for tears
heart-dew, soul-precipitation
cumulonimbus draws near the fluorescent tubes of existence
whispers of a war
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 2:33 AM UTC
Riverbank and sushi,
balmy air and sun.
Birdlife and people watching
with you, new one.
Conversation unstopping
sharing this and that,
winning smiles and glances.
You want no caveat.
You’re seeking smiles,
you’re seeking truth,
you’re seeking commonality.
With me. Let’s see.
Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 5:37 AM UTC
It's apparent a parent would glare at their transparent impairments. A viral mimicry, a parrot, coughing into their coffin, barfing leads to causing unstopping hand washing. Watching the currently conceived serene scene to see if they been seen. Stop it.
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 9:30 PM UTC