"unstruck" poems
MY LONG TREK ON WRONG LEGS, BEG DYNAMITE FROM HUSH DUDS
DAMP CANNONS BILLOW IN THE EAST WIND, LIKE FLACCID DRAGONS
GAGGING ON IRON APPLES
I SURGE IMPOTENT IN MY WRATH, SUNBATHING BY AFTERGLOW
HEROICALLY CONTAINED.
DISMANTLED...
I CRAFT THE WITHERING OF MY FURY
WITH A STEADY HAND; AND A JADED HEART
STARK BLIGHT, DRAINS MY CUP OF THUNDER, WHERE MY LIGHTNING CLOTS
WHERE SOLID DARK
HARKENS
MY YELLOW SUN HARDENS; LIKE AN UNSTRUCK COIN
BLANK IN MY POCKET
SHARDS OF DULL ACHE... UNSHARPEN
MY RED SEA
DEPARTS
MY KELP BEDS
DISMAYED.
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 7:03 PM UTC
perturbations of aliveness
animated sensual arousal
the world is full of beauty
bleeding colour into edges
the soul is on it's knees
in constant reverence
as the body postulates
with many varied stances
the heart's tide is roaring
with cryptic coalescence
symphonic sounds wave
from an unstruck core
swallowed in a resonance
undulating both ways
all ways,
always.
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 2:22 PM UTC
During the day and all night long
I am hearing a very peculiar song.
There's unstruck music much like an infinite melody
resonating inside my head; an enchanting symphony.
It has no real tune or beat which one can recognise
only by hearing it then as all else is a compromise.
In silence and solitude it's usually heard without end
an invisible companion and sweetly sounding friend.
If one is listening intently and endeavours to get to its source,
can hear one finer sound inside another, which is not by force.
Who can rightly say from where it comes and where it does go?
perhaps only a true mystic has the knowledge or ability to show.
With practical wisdom and a clear spiritual insight
by his grace and advice can lead one into the light.
Until, at last, reaching that inclusive shore of infinite silence
which the experience of there being is a permanent abidance.
Could this be the long lost legendary music of the spheres?
that few people of times past underwent the trouble to hear.
And when it’s continually heard confers many an untold blessing
the likes of which most people now would not even be guessing.
Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 7:11 AM UTC
Should I comminate my enemies,
Or simply,
Educate those who are kin to me
Its sad to say
most of my elders aren't men to me
Don't take offense,
It's not directed towards anyone individually
But I'm Ashamed to say
most of my people aren't strong mentally
We remain in our chains even tho we appear free.
Enslaved since birth my rights were stripped from me.
Tho, I came up chasing knowledge,
I knew the truth was the key
Way before college
I learned the universe went from
zero to infinity
About zero point energy
And the truth they shroud
Surrounding this melanin
Multiplying my energy
Never dare to hide
I don't wish for invisibility
So I see the countenance of
These racist faces filled with envy
Strong Black Man,
Convict even if I'm proven innocent
You can't say that makes me Militant
Just wondering why I was born here
and have less rights than immigrants.
In a sense,
I can't make it in Amerikkka,
Regardless of my diligence.
Just have to go where my destiny sends me
I know my soul is immortal
so these cowards could never end me
All my life I had to fight
Its the Will of Fire within me.
Tongue sharp as a knife
I can feel the spirit shield me.
So I keep my boots on Mother Earth
I'll forever war for her.
I try to keep my chakras in sync,
But may disrespect you
If you accept the lies they wrote in ink.
We are the original people,
Our ancestors were Kings & Queens
Yes you I,
Even though as blacks we're only expected to die
Royalty is in our DNA,
not just in our dreams.
We've been empowered longer than enslaved
things are never what they seem.
Wait I forgot,
You were distracted by the love of green.
No not Anahata, I'm unstruck
I don't know if I'm living,
Due to dumb luck,
Or this Old Soul effecting my conduct.
Let me induct you into enlightenment
Active your pineal gland like lightning
Teach you about the astral
its oh so exciting
Tho this all begins with you my child
Please don't be frightened.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 2:11 AM UTC
Clanging friction on a steel ocean...
tale telling graffiti rooftopping.
Moment face-offs, superimposition
on a mind-screen.
Lampposts and steel beams cutting
sunlight, as it swims through surly
silver subway cars.
Drum roll shadows blowing blue
smoke brick.
Wearing and tearing all knowingness'
superstring hair...willing what wills.
Too many times here, rapacity lives
its death...you can see toes bust
through sheikh shoes, and curl.
Too many times here...too many ways
here, the next stop forgets itself.
As straphangers rock in the Eternal
Now...and those seated uncomfortably
on juxtaposed rows, play eyeless tag.
Playing down a pitless ground,
coring out their reserved space.
As panhandlers jingle change, irking
noise sensitive, sensitivities.
X-ed out by perfect attention to the isle
floor, staring at the colored bits and
pieces--damn...to ride on anonymity's
most crowning achievement, in the
most populous American city.
Force feeds one the fullness in emptiness...
as a street musician steps on, waiting to
strike a guitar string.
(Unstruck Sound)
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
I am the falling out, no doubt and no doubt I fall away
From favored hands and favored eyes that once held Cupid's gaze
A host of a former heaven that landed upon the ***** ground
A person who is always there, but never can be found
My heart has gone unstruck and unstruck I fear it will keep
For I dug into my heart a hole that was six-feet deep
So here I am buried in myself simply because you never came
And I must pull myself out while dealing with the shame
So I will stand with depth in hand and hand in the depths of my soul
Holding on not to things gone wrong, but making my half whole
With unflinching determination I will rise from misery
And find the love that Cupid seems to have denied me
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 9:00 AM UTC
I-I faint before the flickering flame...
I-I faint before the flickering flame...
I-I faint before the flickering flame...
nets of shadows cast unto my
statuesque feet-- uprooted by the
Unstruck Sound.
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
Out of the depths I cry to thee...
wake into difficulty
from lovely sleep
of night's negation
to news from the
bird world sung
and insects that know
what finds its way
early into this
familiar room
two of gloom mornings
in glued sequence
sunrise of grey
clouds scudding
of light opaline
through windows
diffused
are windows only
worlds of open
is rain a form
of loss
and truth but
power moving
all melts and
can be replaced
the soul sinks
a day of grey
makes a day
of blues
death spiral
of the spirit
when did I
become so weak
against the intractable
what is of daybreak
cruel the new has
become
and terrifying
and
continual effort
time not a friend
as clocks threaten
actions untaken
the mereness
of mortality
disappoints
sand mostly gone
to the final
hourglass' bottom
distance incomprehensible
away a way which way
each day a fainter path
fading notes of
unstruck chords
save me from
this cruel unwritten
poem of morning
this syntax of unbidden
meteorology
oh lift me up
and desire
make young
break my human fall
beauty and joy
cannot be sundered
we live by grace
or not at all
allow me survive
what must arrive
for every broken
poety fool
that famous final
Day of Decide
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC
*like a dragon your breath lingers on my face
i inhale sweet scents of cinnamon and turmeric
the sweat of the days labor
the ecstasy of savoring our good natures
beauty resides in chambers of the mind
i decline accepting favors from neighbors with grudges
and axes to grind
and sharpen my own knives against the silver blades of time
in snowfall the descent of vision is secondary to the suspension of gravity
and love has risen like reverse lightning
hungering for its return to the starry eyed sorcerers
selected from the mantle of antler wearing shamans
the nativity is blind as a blonde from Wisconsin
sonorous dulcimers depart for the auto-tune convention
sing your limits like you spring for chicken dinners
impossible symphonies, silent epiphanies
facsimiles of days spent wading through carpool lanes
with tiny elephants dressed in swimming trunks*
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 11:43 AM UTC
Frustration.
Stagnation.
Dissociation.
Imagination.
Alternating footsteps.
Running.
Jumping off.
And soaring.
The Hummingbird that catches.
Prevents the fall and scratches.
Unstruck matches.
Contains fuses and fire.
The flight leads to Land.
Where cotton is sand.
Where Life is grand.
Where Weak Knees can stand.
A lifetime in minutes.
A minute for eternity.
An eternity of chosen Destiny.
A Destiny that'll never be.
A Captain of the Sea.
A Chief among the Trees.
Commander of the Breeze.
In Reality never Free.
Staring off the sand.
Lived lifetimes that never happened.
Just to come back the next day.
Where the Lost is not Astray.
Apr 10, 2025
Apr 10, 2025 at 2:52 AM UTC