"untraced" poems
With ghastly cries the clock doth bound
Every sound to earth and ground
Only it sees times grim rounds
Clock! Have mercy on this soul
Once a child now I'm old
The grave outside will soon have bones
Let death not vist to this home
Clock! Go to time and plead my case
Let this life be not erased
Let me slip through times cracks untraced
Let me keep my youths young face
Clock! You tick without a word
Do you not comprehend whats heard?
And earth! For time you must have cure
For you stay pure and so unturned
And I grew weak with thoughts absurd
Clock! I understand your chains
That time may only have reins
But still I'll look to find a way
To cheat on time and shed my fate
With ghastly cries the clock doth bound
Every sound to earth and ground
Dec 4, 2010
Dec 4, 2010 at 5:46 PM UTC
your eyes don't glisten like they used to
just saying it's not something usual for you
*so I guess you're heavily imbued
with this crestfallen attitude?*
yea I know,
I've changed in the same way
my own little reverse-breakthrough
Risque foreplay with ultramarine Bombay
before stepping in to emcee the Devil's soiree
And no, you really don't --and honestly never did-- know me;
you only knew one of many façades I brazed
on my face
in the midst of a cliche
New Year's day typa haze
During the phase of
my infamously tempestuous craze
I was precipitously *(ignited
quite possibly by my own
flaring sparks)*
set ablaze with praise
but my mores seem to be misplaced
probably somewhere in the frenzy and hysteria
So I guess I'm left to embrace my untraced boundaries
*And get my viridian eyes back to glistening
on their own viridescent terms
Not codependent on the hollowed adulation
and sweet-talk from bamboccioni*
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 6:52 AM UTC
*Best poems are lost in the morn's toothbrush
wash away with rinse fade like first crush
run away with the trail of the bus you miss
fly with summer clouds melt like first kiss!
Best poems are lost with the winds' dusty blow
half seen half known through half shut window
burn away like fire on a long winter night
lure with contour eluding full sight!
Best poems are lost in the crescent moon's glow
when your mind is too weary head hits pillow
evanesce like youthful time smoothness of face
undecoded hieroglyph untraced address!
Best poems are lost like petals in the rain
in the race for vain pride rush for self gain
seen through smoked glass pages unread
crumbling with time wasted like ****
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 12:13 PM UTC
What are we doing here?
Strangers uttered to each other CHEERS
We live in two different world
But for unknown reason we were being furled
To a place beyond the outer space
For me a miracle that can't be untraced
Though reason was so unclear
All I know I'm so happy I met you here
Occasion that may take a day or two
Time that set for me and you
A dream that certainly will past
But for me.... truly a moment that will last....
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 11:21 PM UTC
To dream of dreams of dreadful sorts,
replacing ends with abundance of substance
for reluctance of ravishing rebels' tales.
The story of glory forever prevails
in the moments that pass in setting sails.
O' the mockery of labor on those Western rails.
A world untraced in forbidden trails.
The complex collaboration of conjunctive sorry hearts
pitches a feeling of ferocity and animosity
towards the generosity of the genocidal gender races.
When all they wanted was their "saving graces."
The unmarked tombs of those nameless faces.
Where were you when their race was wasted?
A race misplaced for the trending traces.
As I solemnly slip from the silhouette of sanity
to sit and revel in revolutionary frames.
These games we play to tame the sun.
If tomorrow never comes, then what have we done?
We're fixed on the war that can never be won.
But if you sit this one out you will surely be shunned.
Now tell me my child, why is it you've come?
Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 10:51 PM UTC
I fell in love with a poet,
a composer who sang his thoughts
I fear I hum the words he strums
Serenade, lullaby, his darling good night
His poetry heeds the universe and infinity
Forever is fairytale, forever there is hope
Surrealism is all he desires
Art is not perception, rather it touches the soul
Every inch of the poet is constellation,
not a speck of imperfection to my eyes
He knew what's in my heart
Synapse to synapse, untraced
The heartbeat chimes to the damsel who evanesced
Eternal, he churn and cling to her strings
Days, months, years
Endurance, indolence
I sit, I read, I decipher his thoughts
In hopefulness, someday,
the poet will devour me as his own.
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 3:09 AM UTC
I am one,
In a trillion,
Significant enough,
With standoffish movement of air,
Of any velocity.
I will furnish you with an upchucking sensation,
In your solar plexus,
And move your heavy head,
Round and round,
Round and round.
Outdoing the darkness,
Above and beneath,
I will emerge cold-eyed;
I will emerge cold-eyed,
And hit the strong,
And bold,
And black boulders.
And sprinkle moisture droplets on your pale face.
I am one,
In a trillion,
Vying with my facsimiles,
And similar ones,
For reaching the untraced,
Unknown,
And unfrequented coves,
With puissance,
And robbing the possessions,
I will recede.
I will recede,
And submerse everything with me,
And what awaits me,
On my way.
Come,
And dunk yourselves,
Thinking I will wash all your transgresses,
Come,
You puny creatures,
I will,
But wash only your grimy,
And filthy bodies.
Advance farther,
And you will be another meal,
To me.
I am one,
In a trillion,
Significant enough,
Roaring monotonously.
I am a wave,
In a humongous ocean,
Busier than a bee,
Rising and falling,
Forever,
Growing old,
And working harder,
Than ever.
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC
Systematically placed and erased.
Untraced and never faced.
For fame, people will sell their souls to the devil in time;
Cut free, and don't sign your name on the dotted bloodline.
You mean nothing to them where you kneel. Time to stand up, speak out on what's really real.
Skip the brainwashing and manipulation.
Try and understand the depths of our situation.
Everything that happens, isn't a random happening.
It's all a part of the bigger plan that they're fastening.
They want you to be blind, but I feel like I am talking to those still asleep.
We need to go against the grain but the way up is steep.
I've seen peoples' inner demons cause lesions of their soul.
They are forever tainted, and they also happen to be in control.
We can take hold, the power is in quantity.
No more should anyone ask "what's wrong with me?"
It's society, the media doesn't know what's best.
They feed you what they want you to hear, and so they ace their own tests.
If you and I don't take a stand, then we'd be like all the rest.
There needs to be a true cause to fight for while we still have the breath
I agree wirh Patrick Henry, "Give me liberty, or give me death!"
Aug 1, 2012
Aug 1, 2012 at 2:09 PM UTC
I feel like Nietzsche's Bridge,
a transition for my child
to be the man I never could.
He is so gracious there crawling through black tunnels,
dampened with squid ink
dodging the dirt and grime that I left behind.
He is already smarter than me, I think.
Could it be that he is meant to love
all the world I left unloved and untraced?
Finding allusion where I create bitterness, and hate.
I bought so many toys,
and he swallowed so many parts
to make room for my affection.
He wants me to be there, and I am
in corporeal spirit and empty words.
I might say 'you're a good boy'
or
'congratulations on your drawing'
and he'll spit
'thanks daddy' and look dead with flies stabbing at his apple.
It was of me, of course, that he drew.
My head covered with nappies, my arms in yellow and blue.
No torso a blob, a perfect circle, whole,
too naked for the choir to sing.
It was the most handsomest I ever looked,
no Elizabeth Armada painting could be more true.
Oh beautiful Lazarus,
how I wish you could
emancipate me
from this gluttonous guilt.
I dream of you child.
I'm choking on this quilt.
Come back son.
Come back.
LONG TO REIGN OVER US
GOD SAVE OUR QUEEN
He's 26 now, unemployed, reading about books.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 2:22 PM UTC
I still remember the first day when we met
on the sea shore during the dusk , we both sat
in a celestial glory you came and stood
Biting your nail tops, in a desperate mood
butterflies of time flew in and around
The moonlight scattered away unbound
bad times became an everlasting screem
you too vanished in the desert like a day dream
My mind and body ever embraced
the pain of your separation untraced
you were born within me as an unwritten poem
and waved through my deep sea like a storm
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Jul 9, 2012
Jul 9, 2012 at 12:23 PM UTC
I have walked this road before
Its all the same
Everything is dark and damp
I am the man with no name
I have this thing to me unknown
Emotions newborn
Untraced in my saga
Feelings of forlorn
These emotions haunt me
Explanations aren’t tame
Unsure of what to do
Mine actions to blame
Still I walk this path
Things so strange
To me where once common
Now are out of range
This loner found a mate
Refused to trust
She wore me down
My façade is a bust
Now I have feelings
Reduced to rubble
I am not myself
My life has new trouble
This path I walk
Same though new
Rolling with the punches
Taking in the view
Its cold dark
The air moist
The ground damp
Choked my voice
The mirror I look
Im in this place
Reflection is strange
I am the man with no face
Nov 12, 2010
Nov 12, 2010 at 7:31 AM UTC
Written in liquid gold. preserved, ancient, & old. Unfollowed & hollow.
Unerased with a path untraced.
I am someone who is friendly & polite.
On any day & every night.
I am not violent & do not fight.
I don't possess the gift of sight.
But I feel my future is bright.
Do you mind opening this gate!
Don't hate your destiny's fate.
Nothing is what I ate.
It is far to the other side.
Of the globe the ocean divides.
Corruption waits inside.
If there was food you know I eat the whole plate.
Enough said.
A hunger you fed?
I get it you don't like women in your bed. Abnormal desires in your head.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
Will there ever come a time we’ll part and drift, like woods and logs surging in the waves of the ocean, free flowing to destiny? Fear encompassing every ounce of our soul that someday this reality is merely a dream of the distant past, a reverie that left us.
A decade-old unsent love letter with a withered rose beside it, drops of ink smudged and dried on the margins. A photograph worth a thousand unspoken words lying on the bedside table.
Will I ever walk alone the path where footsteps of strangers resonate against the bowl of cloudy blue sky above us? Footsteps untraced from the past and into the faint future once clear yet now laced with fog and mist from sighs of doubt each stranger breathes before each step into the journey.
A ruffled curtain swaying with the afternoon wind, draining the excess sunshine. A sweet scent of vanilla from the spilled perfume bottle on the floor.
Will you remember me once I fly away from you? Will you chase me once I run? Will you wrap me in your embrace and remember me forever?
A sleeping angel and before you wake up, while the sunlight caresses your face like I once had, before you wake up, I whisper into your ears, “Only you, my darling, only you.” And I kissed your cheek.
A gunshot resonated.
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 1:43 PM UTC
In a caged room surrounded by mourn
faced by the art I drew and painted
skewed in a sullen moody brew
drowning in the remedy of beauty
On the cliff, clipped of untraced wings
rated by the lifelong abandonment
sent free by the unlived blurred visions
fondling the melodies of the unfounded
Inside a class of the pessimist, frowned at
Summerly scented lavender cases the rain
burnt under the burdening traffic
of smoke, lurk, afflictions, delusions
Outside the forest chasing waterfalls
submerged in the weakening infernos
isolated inside the gust of wintery winds
sipping tea and seducing mere boredom
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC
feel a woman, ate up
by sea
all the color
in her face
bled into ocean
free
swimming
untraced
pink
for rosy cheeks
and lilac
for painted nails
and her husband, raising sails
while she shrieked
how she shrieked
for shoreline
how she screamed
for his eye
"look at me."
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 6:19 PM UTC
The night was dark and quiet.
The building asleep.
He held her against the wall
& chokes her
with her feet off the ground.
She fell & started crying.
Don't hurt me.
A fit of rage.
A helpless victim.
No one to care.
No apology.
No sanity.
No rescue.
Nothing and no one.
No memory.
Issues.....
He pushed her down the trail.
She dropped her purse.
I don't trust you.
Abuse me once.
Use me twice.
Confuse three times.
Defuse yourself a fourth time.
Amuse yourself a fifth.
Lose me a sixth time.
We're over.
Accept it.
Bet on it.
Regret it.
Hate it.
Let it.
Forget it.
Get it.
No more luck.
No more f*cks.
No more bucks.
No more guts.
No more *****
I am free.
To be me.
Without you.
I doubt you
I know too much about you.
I'm not you.
I don't need you.
I don't want you.
Understand it.
Stay away.
Get away.
Go away.
Don't look back.
Don't get off track.
No more chances.
No more dances.
I'm better.
You could be deader.
I've made my choice.
I have a voice.
I might not have independence.
Nut I'm not codependent.
You have no truth only abuse.
You I threat.
You were debt.
Hate is a four-letter word.
I know you heard.
I don't care anymore.
say goodbye.
Alone I can try.
It doesn't matter if you're sorry.
I don't forget
I don't forgive.
I don't care.
I have need no apology.
You have a demented psychology.
I have my theories and philosophy.
An untraced geography.
Know the biology.
There's no science.
No math equation.
No answer.
No clue.
No reason
nothing.
No story.
No symbol.
Just a nightmare.
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 3:04 PM UTC
Illuminated
I'm going down
These illustrated roads
Limbed pain no gain
without
March breeze
on goose skin
Coming out for old time sake
Feelers reaching into
the skeleton
Organs feed the
bleeding hand
Caught up in auras of isolation
Religious Sunday's
This is the working man
Addiction for addictive change
Replacing the untraced
Falling back on blackland hills
Iron creased
Aerosol starched in
Real time sneaking in
Frenzied reality
The fantasy
The fight.....................
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC
She wore a Velvet dress,
a beautiful Burgundy,
on the day she broke your Heart.
With a glass of Wine on one hand,
and Stained Blade in the other.
You crawled to your Rusty old car,
drove yourself to the Fire Station,
and as you were driving,
you passed every Stop on the way,
arrived and pleaded they'd help you.
Only you realized the station was abandoned, unoccupied,
and uninhabited like Mars.
Suddenly worry Blushed over your face,
disgraced of the consequences of being human,
you never thought you'd Bleed your own Blood.
If Santa Claus were real,
perhaps he would bring you back.
Undeniably,
the truth had to be accepted.
Forensics got to work the next day,
they got straight to collecting their samples,
taking pictures,
the DNA of your ****** Valentine untraced,
I guess she escaped.
Your fate decided,
in heaven when you wake.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC
Thoughts leave
Untraced
Gone with the motions of her fingers
Upon this lace
My lids fall
On my face
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 7:21 AM UTC
a case of addiction
a throw-away case
a waste of perfectly unusable space
a page of pulp fiction
a thrown away page
crumpled and tossed aside in a rage
a missed direction
a mystery chase
a tracing of a map misplaced
an act of misdirection
amiss and untraced
a misty night on a sunny day
a never ending cycle
a journey nowhere
a cycle with no journey
a re-closed cold case
don't get on my case
don't get in my way
I've already been in there for days
I've already seen the final page
I've already beat the denial stage
already been swept up in rage
I tried bargaining with the cage
better to accept it at this stage
I'll swallow up the burning coals
it's all I've ever really known
I don't have any decent goals
don't even have a go
but I sure put on a show
when all I have to show
are scars and blisters from my burnt out tongue
an itchy trigger finger without thumbs
regrets and defeat without wisdom
unsettling scenes obscene as *****
wet from the rain of fire from above
I'll settle on dealing by feeling numb
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 7:10 PM UTC