"unweaving" poems
A one thousand page hymn
singing from lotus petal pages
bound on hummingbird wings
Subtle energies
unfolding, unfurling
unwinding within
Celestial prophecies
unrooting in elements
of oceans of water of air
Gaia and Uranus
blooming from
aetheric nests
Subterranean spelunking
unweaving a gossamer cloak
from plumes of the Red-Tailed Hawk
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
carbon date me.
trace me back to my beginning.
my inception.
find the catalyst that brought me to this point.
to the me that exists in this moment
on this day
this point in the linear graph titled "MY LIFE"
trace it...
back.
back...
wait. stop.
there
that's it.
the metamorphosis point.
the moment this me began.
the unfolding of potentials,
the unweaving of my chrysalis.
the opening of avenues of thought and energy.
right... there.
see?
it's you.
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 1:53 AM UTC
You were a good thing for a wonderful period of time
And then you were a terrible thing for a long period of time
And it was this
Watching you change and our tangled lives slowly unweaving themselves from each other
Which taught me the beginning of the complexities of human beings
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 3:15 AM UTC
Penelope must have felt this way.
Weaving in the morning,
unweaving at night.
This threadwork of colors
forming, unforming
rolling, unrolling
running stitches, leaving holes,
loose, loose tiny holes.
I begin our story,
stop midway. Wasting
ink. Wasting
paper. Killing
trees. Hanging
my right hand in the air. Creaking
the door is. Only
it is the wind.
Holding out until your homecoming.
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC
There are no lights after sunsets
no small talks, no masquerades,
no wavy lights pretending,
no hazy smokes, no darkness.
everything circling reality.
with echoing laughter at night
once slaughtered sights of sleep
undressed the veil, unveiling horns
I was walking in the dark to deep
-there I lost my wings, and fell
for once, we are one in the dark
in memories too soon forgotten
no vivid sights, but echoes
to the heart or to the soul
inside our small earth, enveloping
the night, once innocent
with the dawning of every soul
once a place of redemption
now with fire burning beatings
of hearts unwinged uncoiled.
and our laughters kept going
like a duet of curses in the air,
a song of the world, of reality
of the unweaving of the soul
once masked, now true.
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 3:45 AM UTC
Isn't it crazy
How we'll burn a wall for a picture.
Isn't it crazy
How we'll waste life for a scripture
Yeah, it's crazy
but we all grow a little bit sicker
Yeah, it's crazy
but the path doesn't get clearer
We're all just ficticious stories
unweaving our beginnings
to write our own ends
As ink runs out
to stories from blood filled pens
we'll wonder if we really ever got to blend
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 3:45 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
It ends tonight- The all-American rejects
Your subtleties
They strangle me
I can't explain myself at all.
And all the wants
And all the needs
All I don't want to need at all.
The walls start breathing
My mind's unweaving
Maybe it's best you leave me alone.
A weight is lifted
On this evening
I give the final blow.
When darkness turns to light,
It ends tonight
It ends tonight.
A falling star
Least I fall alone.
I can't explain what you can't explain.
You're finding things that you didn't know
I look at you with such disdain
The walls start breathing
My mind's unweaving
Maybe it's best you leave me alone.
A weight is lifted
On this evening
I give the final blow.
When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Just a little insight won't make this right
It's too late to fight
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Now I'm on my own side
It's better than being on your side
It's my fault when you're blind
It's better that I see it through your eyes
All these thoughts locked inside
Now you're the first to know
When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Just a little insight won't make this right
It's too late to fight
It ends tonight,
It ends
When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Just a little insight won't make this right
It's too late to fight
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Tonight
Insight
When darkness turns to light,
It ends tonight.
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 11:01 PM UTC
he sounds
her name..
it resonates
it focuses
on all she is..
this
love betides
her guiding speak,
her plainsong, warm
philosophies,
inseparable
and binding...
and what
she gives is
immeasurable
a
pleasurable
unweaving of
that self-perceiving
lie,
leaving him
stripped, yet
unashamed
but dying,
dying
to live like
this forever...
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 6:19 PM UTC
Fears, they creep
Like vines of thorns
They entangle
And reticulate
What was once a fertile core
Now a bed of insipid desires
Languishing in the intricate labyrinth
Of this dreaded thicket
Full of inner demons
And self-made monsters.
There's beauty in the horrors
Of its growing corruption
A tapestry of dark emotions
Writhing like hungry worms
Eating this barren soil from inside out
These braids of nightmares
And violent delights
Unweaving
And unraveling
The most sinister miscreations.
I'd clutch the noxious brambles
And let these torments nurture
The toxic vegetation
As it flourishes into
A garden of hysteria
Echoing woes and
Weeping regrets
Until it sees
The light of day
That never came.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 9:59 PM UTC
I am a butterfly
Unweaving my cocoon
Like a weavers loom
I am unraveling my silken thread
To shed the intricate prison
That I have been in
I am beginning
To grow
But I have to push my wings to learn to fly
It will only be shortly
Before I die
I must enjoy this beauty in brevity
To defy gravity and fly
I must push myself heavily
To reach the sky
I spent so long trapped on the ground
And I have only so much time
To enjoy this freedom I have found
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 10:48 AM UTC
Often the intensity of my emotions sickens me;
nerves diseased, tangled fray of countless neuroses
dragged through fragments of debris,
frustration’s fangs still teething-
bones betrayed, befittingly treasoned,
in suffering, seizing for reason.
Unrest, can’t relieve between tension’s jaws
starved ravenous and thieving;
symphony of knives all slicing,
incisions slashing, screaming.
Lost through leprous lesions, lacerated,
logic left hemorrhaging, flooding, and leaving;
broken blanket of my flesh bastions nothing but
absence for strands unweaving…
and yet I must gather ground by leaning on aggrieving.
Capitulated into the dark of evening,
for want of sleep and tomorrow towards reprieving;
surrendered into night for dreaming.
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 2:10 PM UTC
She waits. Her hands,
weaving, unweaving.
Lovers' entreaties
curling her ears.
The suitors yearn for skin on skin.
Not a single one gets in.
Still her fingers,
working, unworking.
Waiting for her husband,
the twenty year journeyman.
The lovers renew their pleas.
"Just you wait," she
tells her hands,
fingers weaving, unweaving.
****** and Wisdom
will settle the score."
Soon, all weaving ended.
Her husband's arrows
darkened the air.
The suitors died for skin on skin.
Not a single one got in.
Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC
“Can u see me?” I wondered
As I followed your gaze
This seeker of validation
required acceptance and praise
I would lash out in anger
or be innocent and sweet
Whatever got me noticed
I aimed to please
My tears were never good enough
my sadness out of place
Not allowed to express my feelings
as fear and anguish blemished my face
When the energy began to build
I learned to scream and shout
It was the only way I knew
I could get my feelings out
A child craving acceptance
in a jail cell I called home
I longed to be acknowledged
where I always felt alone
A quarter century later
I have set myself free
The jailer was found guilty
the judge and jury destined to be me
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 9:25 PM UTC
Laying on the cushion of Dreams,
Engulfed by Darkness,
A silence full of Screams,
Memories flashing amid Blindness.
The ruffle of soft Cotton,
A creaking of wooden Legs,
Lifting the emotional Curtain,
Unweaving all the mind's Threads.
From the corner of the Eyes,
Slowly taking its Form,
Pain appeared in Disguise,
Unable to hold an Inner Storm.
A cushion of broken Dreams,
Stained by haunting Grief,
Mustering up a new Scheme,
’Tis time to turn over a new Leaf.
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 1:09 PM UTC
I open my eyes, a dream wearing thin
your perfumed breath settled into my skin
I follow your path, to your voice I’m sworn
a grasping hand that’s been struck by your thorn
you plucked me away in twinkling night air
unweaving a shattering love undeclared
no root could hold on, no voice would remain
so I myself turn, and drift now away
there is no return to roads left behind
just a dew glistened path-the pull of time
no crown, no grave, no prayer left to free me
here lies a rose which no king would envy
Apr 26, 2025
Apr 26, 2025 at 11:42 AM UTC
We walk alone
unweaving the believing
wavering fools
who play tools
to master makers
those money takers
pious fakers.
We walk the road
of learned truths,
pursuing those who
inspire us to do
better.
We walk alone
but sometimes
paths converge.
Parallel voices are heard.
The pain recedes.
Hope no longer retreats
and we are free
to be temporarily
together.
We walk alone
and that is how we die.
No matter how hard we try,
even when we fly
we fall down
to the ground
flaming comet crashing
crushing the crust
and cutting deeper.
Thus departs
the hearts of seekers
walking all alone
especially into their own
dark death.
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC