"unweave" poems
“but if you have to move your best friend’s body…
…you’re on your own.”
Your best friend dies
Before your eyes
Somehow stays alive
Then what?
***** salt-licked hair
Brittle and frayed by medicine
World’s unfathomable weight
Trembling beneath the Wisdom Tree
Her whole being crumples (arrugar)
But her life-force remains intact
Body bone
Running on spirit reserves
Why is that?
She stands and cries
Staring into ether
I sit
Wringing my hands
Her tears strike the ground
In tree-gecko unison
'''
Pacific parasite super-strains
Blood coated throat
The full range of abuse’s color on all fronts
for decades
Attempted assaults, ****
Dengue
Giant Centipede venom to the skull
But worst of all
Rootlessness and fear
the monkey on her back
had a monkey on its back
and was smoking a cigarette
'''
Have you ever seen someone
Completely broken?
Corpsic shell of a woman
Gaunt, wan in the tropics
“Don’t put your trust in walls…
…walls will only crush you when they fall”
Brick-bludgeoned body
The shrapnel lay like
Sun scorched
Novice-woven baskets
At her feet
But now she can see
And breath
Real breath
'''
Genocide’s a ***** yes.
Africans seem fatalistic to Americans
Baby boy body, Grandpa human- shield
“They’re your babies”
Short-lived, yes
But now they have peace
Witnesses still weave the jungle
What do you do with a friend who’s
Seen real atrocity? Evil?
'''
I’m learning.
Prayer is power
Will transcends the concrete (Bunkle, too.)
She serves realness only
Her seeking hands unweave the sacred
Time is of no luxury right now
Serve people through love
and Grace awaits discovery
'''
I’ve never carried a bleeding body.
I needn’t “fear the terror by night,
Nor the arrow by day”
But I saw someone perish
And resurrect
What a gift
What a gift
Gubaadagem, Tinmad.
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 1:45 PM UTC
God is spoken
From a potent Thing
we smoking Trees
Gaia birthed the bloom
breathed the boom
in the canopies,
In the wind flew the bees
and grew the pleasantries
Prana pushing
thunder through
sQuishing lemon trees
like a hundred new
Whisps of mists
and heavy deeds
Sit with honeydew
The gist of this
the lemon breeze
(We) Going tunnel view
Fits and Shakes,
seeking remedies
digging under you
Might be
dicking under you
Might be
Torn asunder true
Pirate borne to plunder you....
Sweat means gold,
what's been found
with lemon -ease?
I've been told
What in our eyes
is what we ever see's
7 seas,
more like 7 deeds,
filled with deadly feeds
Demons like to pleade
with ready rease,
Virus, the life that
spread disease
(it alters our sense
and what we please)
~Ahem,
***no te comas
la verdad
del diablo,***
today to trust
Might feel bad, but
none brought low
There's an easy in
WE Strong Standin',
N0ne brought low
and now we win
amen, a man
none start south
Its begun...
Light as
Potent as my prayers
**** the make-believe
***I can't wear it, ah
Dark is
Ever reaching
What do you receive?
***What you carrying hah?
Balance
(Is) an even preaching :
What we choose to be
***I can bear it ; hah
Come and help me unweave
those who have been so deceived
Those stuck in in the mud of ...
sputtering " how can it be ?"
**** the you or me, mentality
When Neurons Fire free
and Serotonins drained in me
You Might find Saraswati
sweetly swathing me
In glowing rivers,
poured off the moon
With Omens looming soon
With Omens looming soon
I been choking on my doom.
Dreaming
with Both eyes open
and a heart awoken ,
poorly stoking gloom
Too blind to see hope
but stoked, still
mocking roving
Vroom : im off to tokin soon.
Sh!t this blunt be totaled soon
I Might be total loon
an inverted magic man
who most often enwomb
those caught on the moon
Those stuck in the tune
For those who hear
this earworm, this tea room sloom.
This is for Those muted in zoom:
I've found traction in heaps
Breaking as hard and often
As the risen yeast
When you pass on the least
My Passion is to find
the passion of peace
its Stuck In the grasp
Fashioned with the sap
of my last energies...
May 3, 2022
May 3, 2022 at 12:27 AM UTC
You never did manage to see
The final nail on the casket nor
The 9 years it has taken me
To unweave it from my crown of thorns
You say you shout you scream
You could not have foretold
The bullet I held clenched between my teeth
Heavy to the touch, heavy and unbearably cold
Not as I my mouth became a steal barrel,
Not as it came racing out
Not as it came to meet your creased forehead's third fold
I shake with loss
I shiver with relief
My silver armor melts away and evaporates into flesh
The life you had left ahead of you was anyway brief
Unlike the fruits you stole from my long life that once lay ahead of me
An ugly, loud, rampant, hobbling thief
I leave my pills to you
For all the times I failed
Trying bleed your blood out from my wrists
Bullet blown, skeletons thrown, casket nailed
I walk back up the stairs light as a feather
A crested crow, my wings unfurled, a crested crow unveiled
Jan 5, 2024
Jan 5, 2024 at 1:28 PM UTC
awakened cows chewing
a mountain pass
dawn warms their massive eyelash rows
clinging drops of dew
spark in rhythm with the cud
darkness rumbles distant now
clouds dispersed to other nights
while metaphoric bull unhinged resounds
the cosmic rut
must i hide my love for this
unweave my judgment from my sight?
what in me defies all sacred holiness forever sung?
bees will ravish even newly opened buds
who am i to battle with the lightning's surge?
presumtuous coverings
can net me willing lustful
stars i see a field i open fertile
ecstaticly unblessed enough
lost heroic i had thought to know
pretends a second thrum
i see in random eyes the breaking sky
and lightning branches over snaking crevices
a sound of faultlines folding free
tectonic sexplay deep
in lava belly
far behind the summit mount--
there i see the sun a base as well
earthen seedbeds heating heights of life
space is cracked!
vast width enwombs the narrowness i preen
in nervure's shine,
a sponge mycelial with soak of raining
carbon underground
the drumming hoofbeats shake and settle
days dehiscing spinning sun
to somber eve in active rest
dreaming pasture real
within a trailing effort's ease
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 9:52 PM UTC
Yes it's time
time for me to
spiral up into new magnetic forces
a whirlpool of energies
They draw me to them
beckon me
with enticing whispers:
"Come closer"
and bit by bit
I am lured
to that river of
multi-hued edges
listening to the wild rapids
my heart beating with them
My eyes search
For the shy animals within the rushes
and I spot a golden eye, a whisker
As if bewitched,
I stumble forward
lovingly guided
by my own inner wilderness
no resistance
for
I am just where I want to be
in this river of colors
its currents rushing through me
refreshing all of the dark inner corners
pouring through my pores
reviving dead skin
my organs welcoming rejuvenation
one by one by one
I walk slowly
to relish
the coolness
let my fingers drift in the clarity
let my mind cleanse and be cleansed
from those metallic acids that stung
like salt in a wound
past poisons unweave themselves
from my karma like lanterns released
into a vibrant dusk
O River
Purify me
Drench me in sweet, liquid sparkle
Make me shimmer again from deep within
Draw out my dusty melancholy
And release it into your mellow,
rhythmic ebb and flow
Let me ride your mellifluous tides
Let my swamplands rise up
and glow
in the sacred dance of darkness
of light
of sensuality
I am ready to dive in
I am ready to get
totally
and completely
wet
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 6:27 AM UTC
**SAD SACK **** you are ******* drowning
Look, the rest of us can breathe.
We see your breaking bones, cracked and cracking.
Pity Party, cycling
deeper and deeper, c’mon your skin doesn’t seethe
**SAD SACK **** you are ******* drowning.
Further, Lower, Upward Clasping
To nothing, naive
We see your breaking bones, cracked and cracking.
Shoulders, tied down, heaving
Wailing, waiting for the weight to relieve
**SAD SACK **** you are ******* drowning.
Here is to hoping
Your mess will unweave
**SAD SACK **** you are ******* drowning.
We see your breaking bones, cracked and cracking.
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 1:41 AM UTC
here comes the crash and burn
here comes me keeping score
of every **** thing you've ever done
in comparison to me I think you've won
watch me unweave into a basket
of backseat insecurity
you're driving me mad.
I'm sorry for not being there enough
and I apologize for shutting you out
but when every word from your mouth
shouts "this is your fault"
it's hard to stay calm,
it's hard to keep going.
I took my last breath for you yesterday
and now I breathe much easier,
without the weight
of a thousand problems on my plate.
this is food for thought,
your universe is not as big as me
I'm as small as a pebble
and as frail as the dirt
but I can still become something more.
Dissemble myself from you
piece by piece.
I don't want to leave you with nothing-
but I don't want to keep on hurting
Myself.
I'm done trying for your sake
should've seen this mistake
coming around the bend again
but we're at a four way intersection
and none of us wants to go.
I'll guess I've make the first move,
to move on from being you.
to move on from letting you
love me.
it's a sad song,
on a good night
it's a long drive
with no goodnight
kiss.
I'm craving things
I don't seem to miss
and it seems I'm done
reminising
about you.
These memories
were good to me.
But the pressure was too much.
I threw myself under the bus
and I never looked both ways.
I should've looked both ways.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 4:42 PM UTC
I begged you
to unweave me from the confines
of this limited plane
and restitch me into
the richness of your tapestry
Instead you unearth my twisted roots
from the sanctuary of your soil
drain my crimson petals
unmoved as I whither away
I scatter desolation
a marred and stagnant bloom
Your unrequited love is conveyed
through the bitter winds of desertion
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 7:00 AM UTC
When you unweave a rainbow
It won't become less wonderful
You'll still admire it
Worship it - in a sense -
Stunned by its perennial beauty
When you unravel the sunset
You won't sink into despair
Feeling being lied to or worse -
Being lost for good
'Coz you'll find the light within
You'll have the strength to do what's right
When you unweave a rainbow
You'll share in its undying light
Apr 25, 2022
Apr 25, 2022 at 6:03 AM UTC
previously
i would of said
love was the purpose
there was a heart to this universe
and it circulated
meaning
to every extremity
but now i wake
to toil
silver and gold pockets
finally a son to profit
my father was right
we're all just a number
and we cant add up to
lofty goals
or life plans
you're not a doctor.
i'm not a police man.
dream
no more my sweet
those are shores
we'll never meet
ithaca
is no more
and never was
and i'm not the kind of king to be waiting on
a prince, a pauper, a peon
i'm only a man in an argument with God
but its a problem
that is often
never solved
life is getting
what you dont want
and making the best of disappointment
oh penelope
it may be 10 years
or twenty
but i'll make it back!
i swear i'm coming back!
with money in bags
and cloudy eyes
'how're you?'
'oh, you know me
i'm making
it by
and by'
'but you're not you
you're not you anymore'
and we'll both get by
not really happy
but, hey, thats life
maybe one day
i'll wreck upon your shore
and your suitors will meet me
and my sword
i can string a bow
and keep my word
all at once
oh penelope
wont you wait for me?
wont you unweave
this burial shroud?
because
i am not
no no no
i am not
dead
yet.
Jul 17, 2010
Jul 17, 2010 at 1:05 AM UTC
Heart beat,
bruised bittersweetened, bent;
passion’s capillary action
relaxes then contracts again-
a seed beneath,
muscle fatigued,
toils and spends;
roots, a web of arteries extend,
branching tree stemmed,
leaves shedding red oxygen;
veins shredded to the thread,
frayed strands bleed,
unweave and unhem;
rivulets spill, unquenched,
hemorrhaging hands,
their fingers search to mingle, blend;
a crimson cardiac attack, defend-
for a moment, pressure wavering, suspends,
then pulled back, we cauterize
and mend our loose ends;
every line a vine of growth we tend-
surrounding blossoms rose gardens.
Aug 28, 2023
Aug 28, 2023 at 6:29 AM UTC
she suffered in silence
the inglorious dirt of rumor
as she tried unweave the web it wraps round her
far from being willing to live this way
the lies and the stink of deception settle in
but she keeps struggling against the tide
she is a sweet beauty incongruous
the late day clouds roll in
and she casts a weary glance at the troubled skies
trouble enough on my own
don't need another fistful of snakes
but deep down inside she knew she could handle
another dark day
long as there is the bright promise of someday
and as the rain and stink of decay settles in
she rises above like she always dose
people will always talk
spite is a hunger that is never sated
jealousy is a disease that has no cure
she suffered in silence
the inglorious dirt of rumor
but she is made of better steel
and this will never break the likes of her
and as she unweaves the web of lies
she feels stronger with the knowledge that she will win
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
I told my soul to rest to let your absence be
But why this constant falling make this soul's insanity
Each glimpse, a bitter nectar a joy that cuts like pain
How do I unweave this feeling?
This feeling of consuming chain
I've waited through the silence
Where dreams have turned to gray
Now I'm steeped in blue, where longing holds its sway.
Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 9:21 AM UTC
I fill my soul, my heart, my head,
And then try, through my fingers,
To tame it, calm it, dilute it.
To take the raw and make it something less agonizing,
To hold, to clutch to myself, to weave into my skin,
I build a fire and hope it won’t burn all the way through me, and the floor as well.
There are the times when I revel in the glow.
And there are times when I consign myself to be nothing more than a pillar of ash,
Easily swept away by a passing brezze.
Yet to cease,
Is to unweave my core,
To let holes stretch,
Till I am more void then girl.
To never feel a blue so mesmerizing that its very existents taunts me to catch it on paper,
Never spend hours trapping butterfly wings on the tip of my pen.
Never see the subtle moments where life is gut wrenchingly, woefully, utterly, complete,
That fraction of a second where the sun breaks the clouds into a sea of many facetted pillars of amaranth , so tangible I second guess their existence, and turning back see that the sun has sunken beyond the horizon.
The instant where a man and his dog glance up in perfect unison, a single being with six legs, four eyes, and one heart.
A first flash of scarlet upon jade, the cherries hang ripe and inviting, tiny globes flashing from behind their leafy bower, as of yet untouched by bird or clumsy human hand.
And so I write.
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 2:35 AM UTC
At fortnight it awakes and grows
It runs between a shoe and toes
It hisses, rustles, up it goes
And resonates
It softly comes, it quietly leaves
Behind a knot one can unweave
In hundred ways
The mist that falls upon the lawn
On summer days
Then, in the hour before the dawn
It resonates
Its tongue is pretty poor for words
It speaks instead in subtle chords
No one can play
There, in the shades, black, blue and green
There, in the cut between the scenes
There, where it hardly can be seen
It resonates
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 12:35 PM UTC
Reach into the depths of your throat,
Demon
And wretch forth the words of blasphemy,
Unweave
That which was said in ill possessed will,
Spoken
In the tongue thrown against our Lord.
Begone
Servant of Satan, Bringer of Death,
Vanish
In the name of the Father and the Son,
Amen.
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 11:37 AM UTC
Opera's something I can take or leave
some I don't really much like
perhaps were I multi-lingual
they'd be more apt my fancy to strike
some I don't really much like
if I knew just what they were saying
they'd be more apt my fancy to strike
I wouldn't mind going and paying
if I knew just what they were saying
opera would speak more to my soul
I wouldn't mind going and paying
its beauty I then would extol
opera would speak more to my soul
if the story I could unweave
its beauty I then would extol
And opera I could take, not leave
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 5:13 PM UTC
Diluted promises- watered down with doubt and wandering flesh
Jagged kisses pierce your throat and I have no bandage to place upon you
I was the bandage. And now I must peel away
Quick, as not to inflict continued pain.
But remember- pain is human
Or is it soul?
Soul is absent
Feathered and dusty
Everywhere and nowhere.
Each weaving must unweave
And unwoven takes another form
But separate. Two lines uncrossed.
Miles away from you and me
I whisper and it sounds too loud
My ears bleed for your departure
My heart aches for the end
My eyes are blind and I fumble around
Trying to capture the fraying leftovers
That have gone cold in our hands,
But I’ve lost my appetite for you
And I spit up your words
I’m sick on your lies
And I’d rather die hungry
Then full of your **** And empty from your love.
Jun 21, 2011
Jun 21, 2011 at 10:36 PM UTC
There's an innate feeling
of
drift
that comes with
letting go.
The space we create for ourselves is,
by nature, weightless
until we fixate to the
points
in it which we made
to relate to;
because love is exactly like gravity,
and the points in space
are planets and stars,
celestial bodies
just perfectly warm enough for life
to explore,
orientations to look up from
and see
the rest of it,
but when we realize who it was
wrought the cosm
and we wake
stupefied and lucid
those pieces,
seeming both so distant and close,
unweave themselves from the fabric
and like magic
they disappear.
Our fists
forced gently into grasplessness
panic at the lack of that
substance our tongues and eyes
and right-side-up sensibilities
wish so desperately was there
from the beginning.
We start floating
of some unknown accordance,
though undoubtedly, deeply our own,
towards the next and closest
brightest shining
source of love.
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC
How do you know it’s all over?
When darkness and time
Are as infinite as death,
And the world you know
Is at its final breath?
When all the dark has overcome its foes
To sink into your skin and between your toes,
And shards of glass is all you breathe
Into a web of despair that will never unweave,
When all your family has turned against each other in disdain,
And all your friends cause each other endless pain,
When the air you breathe becomes what you believe you don’t deserve,
And your most horrible fears replace your every nerve,
When such a time in the end of all things has no worth,
And lives can only be returned ruthlessly to this dying earth
This is such a time
To ask what questions I have that are mine,
For I don’t understand that in my heart
Lies a sense of meaningless in why I played my part,
Did I add to this dying world?
Did I kick the young and destroy the old?
Have I become what I have fought for so long?
Have all of my beliefs been proven wrong?
Am I blind to all I have done?
Am I aware that I hurt all and appreciate none?
When did I join this dying planet?
When did I receive my pointless part in it?
I just don’t understand
Why darkness and hate,
Have become the foundation
Of earth’s final fate,
I guess when demons finally rid themselves of what their trying to ****
We humans will be at the mercy of our own will,
And earth will either be dead or almost gone,
And we’ll follow the road to the end of all things as it was meant all along.
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 12:48 PM UTC
the phone rang
middle of the night
it was god calling
but hung up got the answering machine
if only
but what could you say anyway
ask to do differently
unweave one strand of the worlds tapestry
undo one space and place in time
surrender the whole for one fragile moment
but you would say what beauty there was there
you would say how precious this thing i lost
in the ocean of the world
looking for that single drop of water you cling to
middle of the night
the phone rang for a brief moment
it was god calling
to say he is sorry but
sometimes just cant be
some people just catch all the wrong raindrops
some people see the rainbows but never get to see the smiles
so let me redefine this phrase
im sorry for all the calls you missed
nothing can prepare you for this journey
its only the warmth we find in others that make it bearable
and im so sorry you have had so much trouble finding them
the phone is ringing
its me, not god
hoping you were home
ill love you till you find the love you were meant to find
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC
Untangle my insides
Blessed to touch the skies
I think I'll break you
I'm told
If its in the clear
I fold myself into you
Don't taste
The rapture
You're too sweet
To understand
Lets take back
What we've conquered
Never to set foot
In heaven
Let's take back
And bless the heathens
Don't taste
The rapture
You're too sweet
To understand
How it wraps around you
Envelopes you
How it wraps around you
Envies you
Unweave my nerves
I'm a thousand miles
Of desert
I sell for a price
If you bid high
Lets take back
And touch the skies
Don't take to
The rapture
You're too sweet
To understand
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 8:55 PM UTC
the roses bud and flower,
then darken like the dusk,
you fill me with the
sweetest love,
resonating like a bell,
i die crazy in your arms,
cry out for you,
unweave the stars.
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 2:07 PM UTC