"unworldly" poems
*Brittle dry earth beaming with longing,
For wet kisses from heavy heavens' door,
In soothing rain, finds the heart’s belonging,
Releasing the sweetest aroma...petrichor.*
***The mist of warm moist wafting playfully,
Kissing and engulfing in a subtle unworldly spin...
A feeling ensnared by the clutches of fond remembrance.
Like the cadence of your breaths upon my parched skin...***
*A taste of your last dance on my fervent lips,
Awoken with each drop, still makes me thirst,
I lift my head, entranced by memory’s grips,
Craving you, again to make my heart burst.*
***Here again...two drenched hearts encased in glass,
Latent spectres melded together as they did before,
Promises wrapped and bound to the gaits of the other,
In eternal dance, laced with everlasting redolent petrichor...***
Dajena M
rhymesmith
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC
*break
astonishment at perception
of
a third-world child making it
up that totem-pole
amidst paltry conditions
even
beyond the half-way mark*
1.
a standing man
in silent message
and the woman in red
with thin-sling shoulder-bag
holding lipstick, weekly-ticket and purse
oh, how she frightens honchos out their skull
draped round her sister's head
shroud eternal
coughing
sore
2.
grannies recount lively griot-tales
where hope is never barren
young boys play in swamped dirt-trails
drawing absent father-figures in the sand
the wind has carried them off to mines
deep in the crust of earth's ire
adolescent future sits on labour-farms
where keen spirit is dulled with worthless hops
keeps the sly farmer happy
and he tells them the fruit is free
yet they've already paid for it
manifold
when she reaches twenty
she will have at least two kids
whose lives lie in the granny's luxury
while she runs off to the golden city-lites
to jump through higher hoops
for ****** spoils
all cheapened by long-term neglect
3.
there lies hope
unlost
in every girl-child
who goes to school
who finds encouragement
from words kindly given
if but from a stranger
*no hand-me-outs
no forlorn begging*
she...
the empowered mother of boys
will
help them to grow
into young men
of such sensibility
as to keep their hands
to deeds of honour
who, in turn
become fine fathers to daughters
they love and cherish
raise to be
luminary
*each step up
from that totem-pole
such a steep climb
strengthens invisible wings
and unworldly rewards
and when final rung is reached
heralds
untainted take-offffffff*......
S T, 27 aug
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 11:01 AM UTC
Your Messiah is not Christ
my Karma is not your dogma
Their AntiChrist is not the Mahdi
His avatar is not yet manifest
Our Dajjal is not their 12th Imam
Your Brahman is not my Elohim
The Atman is not the God-Man
Your God-Man is Luciferian
Our Lucifer is not their Allah
The Djinn are undocumented
some angels fell
Allah is not Ras Tafari
Their Zion is Babylon
Jerusalem is Egypt or *****
Their Angels are ascended Masters
Our Master is your ascended Savior
My Savior is your accuser
Their God is no Savior
His unction is Satanic
The war is spiritual
The Spirit is not obvious
My anointing is carnal
their anointing is moronic
our doctrine is angelic
Your rejection was predestined
our acceptance is divine
Our depravity is documented,
your sanctity is illusory
their power is diabolic
their light is darkness
Their leader is ungodly
Our God is unseemly
His Truth is offensive
The bitter is not sweet
the sweet is unworldly
the world is not heavenly.
Trinity in seven spirits, yet God is One…
Revel in the uncertainty. Have some holy fun
fitting more angels on the pin-head, dancing
before they fall. Rebellion is always entrancing
until the current postmodern theology
hooks up with psycho-sexual linguistic pathology.
Don’t accept my apology
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 8:57 PM UTC
The electrification of powerful shocks shoot through me, must be some unworldly connection
I'm the ruler of rebellion, invention, revolution sitting in my palace as I sip from my glass tea cup.
My mind is a whacky world of ecentric waterfalls.
One day the universe drops in my hand
Universal peace and harmony - is my profound calling
I whack out the world - shake it on it's feet - wake it up from it's mindless sleep
Pioneering the stars that those will follow - may you come by my side one day
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 2:47 PM UTC
Cosmic kraken,
gelatinous tentacles that choke the ventricles..
air tainted by its pungent pores...
daylight darkens,
its presence hearkens,
for the light to shine no more...
Heart is hardened
vestigial veins with not blood but pain...
wrinkled cartilage writhes at lore..
of the divine despair
I now come to bear,
graces this unworthy *****
"I beg I pardon!
spare me the road to your celestial abode!"...
whispered screams that scrape throat raw...
silence snares...
at my futile affairs...
with the sadistic nexus between doors...
"Oh I cannot fathom
creature with unworldly features...
and blade fashioned from nebulous ore...
what terrors await...
and to permeate....
my flesh forevermore!"
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 11:39 AM UTC
LOVE, HATE, WISDOM, FEAR, WEALTH… KEYS MANY ARE TO LIFE IT’S SAID
NONE IN BIRTH IS AFRAID,WISE,HATEFUL,GREEDY,NONE SHALL BE SO IN DEATH.
LIFE! ITS A NOW,A PRESENT CONTINUOUS,DIES HERE THE PAST,A FUTURE BORN
NOW,A SUM TOTAL OF PAST,FUTURE AN EQUATION INEXORABLE FROM HEREON.
FUTILE IS FUTURE MIRRORING PAST, AWARENESS MY PRIMER FOR A CHANGE FAST.
WHEN ALIVE ARE HEARTS PUMPING,WHY ARE MINDS AND SOULS DEAD BARREN?
ISN'T HEART THE GOOD EARTH ALWAYS AND MIND THE TREE WISE OF BANYAN?
I RID THE DISCONNECT, BY GRACE, HAVE A MINDFUL HEART, A HEARTFELT MIND!
LIVING THE STAID REALITY OF LIFE, LOVING, HATING, THINKING, BEING WISE,FOOLISH
KILLING, FORGIVING, PHILOSOPHICAL IN A CRUELLY KIND WORLD OF PARADOX.
IS THERE A REALITY DEVOID, OF LIFE AND DEATH, LOVE AND HATE, GOD AND RELIGION,
OR TRUTHS,LIES, TIME-SPACE,SOUNDS AND SILENCE,EQUANIMOUS PEACE AT WAR?
IS IT JUST A PLAY, OF THE MIND AND HEART, DESIRE AND POWER,BONDAGE UNREAL?
GOOD VERSUS EVIL?
I LIVE BY THE HEART,IT DOES STOP AND THE MIND,OH DOES IT ROT!
UNFEELING HEARTS AND UNTHINKING MINDS, THESE BARRIERS SLOWLY I CROSS,
BEYOND IS THE BEING, THE EXISTING, INCAPABLE OF THE UNREAL, DIVINELY AFAR,
A VOID SURREAL,UNFEELING YET KIND SOMEHOW, UNLOVING YET CARING SOMEHOW
UNSAD, UNJOYOUS, UNAFRAID, UNWORLDLY...ATTRIBUTES NONE AT ALL! UNBEING??
I KNOW NOT IF IT’S GOOD OR EVIL, IS JUST UNBEING,UNAFFECTED BETTER SOMEHOW?
IS THE FREE UNBEING THERE,JUST TOTALLY BEING HERE?! BACK TO A REALITY RELATIVE!
GREYS ARE MANY, IF DARK BE HATE AND BE LIGHT LOVE, MID-GREY IS THE WORLD, HOPE CAN MOVE!
FROM THE MOUNTAINS DOWN I CLIMB, JUST, WITH PRECIOUS BAGGAGE, UNPACKED TO MAKE SENSE,
OF THE REAL IN THE UNREAL,THIS ONE WORLD IN INFINITY, WITH ITS ANGELS AND DEMONS,
I CHOOSE TO LIVE WITH REALITY; AND UNRAVEL JUSTLY; ELSE IT COMES LIVES WITH ME ANYWAYS!
OR IS IT ALL JUST INEVITABLY INEXORABLE, JUST A HERMITS DESTINY?!
May 25, 2012
May 25, 2012 at 3:18 AM UTC
*Waking up amid the rising twilight
A rush of fervent fever I start to feel within me
Human nature has unlocked the latch
And the passionate flame begins to immerse upon me
As my curiosity sparks to explore the shady sheets beneath*
*Wandering aimlessly along a promenade path
Where the full moon rules
And soft curls of winds recede
I feel like countless days have cruised by
And then by chance
A prominent glow before my unworldly eyes*
*You run my luscious hands across your chest
Your sweet scent and taste both so divine
This rush of warm heat upon our faces
This exciting feeling is no mirage
Bathing in carnation at this moment
Soaking deeply in love we are
And I leave the rest to magic*
*This magic spell we can’t resist
As we grab each others’ hips so tight
I feel it soothing so smoothly down upon me
To experience this magical sight
I can’t help my own rush from showing
And how it feels
It feels so fine
As I am relieved of this
Fleeting fever from my mind*
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
Dusk is a promise of Dawn
As long as Life is LORD
And night can be long
As it was once years ago
A day in many thousands
An utterly unworldly terror
Or briefly: Old to New Moon
Or Three Days and Nights
Evil prophesies and rejoices
At Dusk, Night without End
Indeed it shall be, a Shadow
Of Day, A Day without End
Jul 17, 2024
Jul 17, 2024 at 7:40 AM UTC
Green grass & rolling hills create
the perfect scenario for
our outside adventure,
the one where
we lay the blanket down,
pop the cork on the Merlot,
eat a few sweet grapes
then get down
to the important business
of sensuous
outdoor **********
There's nothing
like songbirds birds singing
& busy bees buzzing,
kissing your delicious-lips
under the brilliant sun,
feeling the gentle breeze waft around us,
sniffing natural fragrances & hearing
the sound of our body fluids tumbling.
To scream,
to call out
each other's names
at that special-moment
of our mutual-ecstasy
is unworldly,
so Godly & sacred,
even the Heavens listen
to our joy.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 12:21 PM UTC
When I left him, I felt my void intimately. Learnt my way through its darkness with only my bare hands to guide me. It's unworldly creatures sought comfort in my throat but I was never created to be a shelter for the devils that reside in me.
I vowed never to be the darkness without realising that I too could be swallowed whole.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 9:48 PM UTC
How unprepared I was when midnight approached me by
Emission of vivid green neon lights
From the futuristic skyscrapers to my unworldly eyes
But more imposing
A suspended meteor in the sky
Upon the decrepit city which never stood
My arrival at Midnight City, my peculiar neighborhood
Thumping tracks and frantic sirens
Bombard tremendous fear in my senses
Amid the resonating pantomime that cracks throughout my head
Merciless cyborgs arrive from nowhere
And threaten mankind with unthinkable weapons
Their bleak empty eyes bring dogmatic order
As my escalated fears enslave me well
Inside the mechanical serpent that darts
With endless slick demented rails
On such a twisted mind, it begins to run
Confused and addled, I have no control of this matter
Only worries dwell my mind
The arrival of this mysterious force is my greatest baffle
Does this herald the degeneration of Gaia?
What is this complex machinery that enslaves all men?
Where does this designate human posterity and fate?
What was done for an act of retribution?
Does this unprecedented apocalypse null all human solutions?
In this dark tunnel, on a decrepit couch
The dauntless train begins to screech with endless laughter
As it tears tempestuously faster and faster
Until all unearthly fluorescent lights blend together
Thumping tracks and frantic sirens
Eighty-six notches louder
Alternating flashes of red and green
Fourteen seconds prior
A silhouette of a white demon projects from afar
As it begins to approach us, its image ever becomes so bizarre
Add a second of suspended silence of jest
Before we scream and ensue
The fatal crash
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
I'm hoping you have no doubts I'm writing this to and about you. : )
Thank you for finally letting me know you know I'm alive.
Just thinking about talking to you makes the butterflies go crazy.
My heart beats then skips a beat when I see you around town and I
swear it's strictly by accident. I'm not actively following you around.
I haven't been to sleep because I'm up thinking about you
but not in the sick and twisted Bardo way of stalking then killing.
I haven't been searching for your address or where you hang
out like that anonymous lunatic posting that on Craigslist forum.
I still want your phone number but only if you want to give it.
You asked the impossible melting snow against weatherman's
predictions and you got this hold over me like I never felt before.
Are you a keeper of unworldly secrets of magic or someone who is
quite lovely and is just plain an extraordinarily special and gifted lady?
I'd like to discover that for myself if you would agree to meet me at
Little Bohemia it's aka Lil Bo's by us locals to hear a Jazz band.
It's a public place and I heard it through the grapevine you popped
in a few times but I can't say that's true, I wasn't there and it's hear say.
Person said you entered alone but didn't sing and it looked like
you were having a good time being a chatty patty and hearing the band.
The more I get to know about you lady the more I want to discover.
You got a wish and mine is not as impossible as yours I'm hoping.
I want in my life a lady like you who oozes confidence when she enters
a room and when she's being chatted up by complete strangers.
I will be in the parking lot watching the door and enter if you enter.
Hoping to see you Friday night and hoping to see that gorgeous smile.
Hoping you agree to meet me but if not I will keep on hoping for that.
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 3:44 AM UTC
Today i entered a prison. the likes i have never seen before.
this prison has no bars,
no chains,
Disguised in false hope and fake smiles,
Leave your loved ones at the door,
We will take care of them,
Or so they promise,
as i walked down the halls of this prison,
i felt the dread,
as sorrow,
filled my head,
any happiness i felt before,
was ****** away,
nevermore,
My sunny disposition is clouded,
My chipper attitude dulled,
as their unheard cry's,
watered my eyes,
cry's of longing....
......waiting.......waiting......
Prisoners stay in their rooms,
or wander the halls,
being held captive,
only by body and mind,
which are failing,
surrounded by their own kind,
.....waiting.......waiting
For what?
family, friends, or some thing unworldly,
to take them,
with a promised return,
for which they desperately yearn,
Saying they will come visit,
Promising for an escape ....or end,
While they force a smile,
To hide the pain,
So what?
they are getting the help they need
for some it is help they don't want,
hope has already left their eyes,
now just expecting lies,
I finally reach my grandpa,
Well.... thought it was him,
This shriveled old man,
Is not the G pa I know,
Tell me your theories of life,
And how to over come strife,
you fight for life,,
Your Moore for gods sakes,
I don't expect less!
We say our good byes,
Our lies,
And give him false hope,
so he can go through his days,
in a half awake haze,
cause all he can do....
..... is wait.
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 4:54 AM UTC
Warm night stretches its silent breaths across these stagnant hours
They ripple like an unworldly ocean that tempts a sailor’s most strained reach
But my sails are torn through with a wanderer’s navigation
Upon this endless sea of patient hopes and horrors
And I close my eyes dream tight in sewn with such a fright
That upon their parted shutters I will still see nothing
Because your smile feints just over that intangible horizon so taunting
Smile into the day as I pull myself through the dark
So I took on the edge of the world, the edge of sanity
Clutching at the crags to pull myself out of this dull droned deep hell
Above the clouds into my florid reveries with fragile flight
Although I lost all names and labels of retold in folded certainties
I finally made it through the strong woven break
But who’s to tell me when I am to ever wake?
Definitely upon indefinite travel, this weary and constant sailor says
Not even you.
Jun 7, 2010
Jun 7, 2010 at 11:35 PM UTC
Of twinkling stars far away
Of crimson leaves that shed and lay
And of glimpses remembered, the demented one tells
And memories, old and frail he sells
Unlike his contour, in his sturdy utterance
He speaks his dirge, of his remembrance :
'A world there was, long before
Bounded by its thousand seas, a thousand shores
A surreal place, so magnificent
A divine aura in its ambience
And it spake of glorious battles fought
Of kingdoms conquered and riches bought
And innocuous inhabitants of pure hearts
Of valiant warriors, well-wrought
Of the birds that sang and the lions that roared
And artisans who toiled and diligently worked
The trees that grew on the dunes of sand
And the river that flowed on the parched lands
And a king there was, proud and fierce
Of a heart warm, a mind clear
And a lass there was, by him was treasured
Loved and adored in quantities unmeasured
Of beauty unworldly, unreal she possessed
And flowers sprung out, where her foot did rest
And ripples in sound minds she created
Pure flowed the water from which she bathed
The heavens showered flowers up on her head
And in her presence, the sun came up on wintry beds
Warmth grew out of her smile
And even time stopped to glance for a while
She, a ruler of his dreams, of his day
An inexplicable solution of his maze
And a paradise together they had seen
In love intertwined they had been
But then she had betrayed, fled away
To a man in whose love she had caved
A fragmented soul struck with torment and grief
And silence answered to his pleads
And then his rage had unraveled upon this earth
Terrorized by him, of his insane mirth
Then his sword had spoken, his rave unleashed
And skies had come down, before him they kneeled
Subjected to his anger, to his wrath
Feared by his vengeance, the fury he cast
And from the colors of gore, the landscape was painted
He, ruler of a satanic world, he had created
The shards of his wounds, of his heart
He plunged them into the earth, devastation he marked
And then, his madness had subdued
Aghast of himself, his soul lay ****
And years hence, this letter to her grave
He had kept it with his heart, with a rose he had laid.'
And the lunatic looks up, grey and old
Exhausted from his ordeal, the tale that he has told
And a tear rolls down his wrinkled cheek
His wounds remain, his heart lays weak
In the backdrop, a violin plays
And with a stride slow, into the distance he fades
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
A heart lost in vanity
Will service and suffice
My Lack of paradise
May all my enemies Die
From a heart of Envy
May their hopes descend into Despair
No need for friends or Family
All I desire in this world is
Glitter
&
Gold
I only require the Finer things
The Shiny things
They are the fuel to my
Greed
They are the Love of my life
My nutritious Diet
My everyday Health plan
My Psychologist
They keep my eyes Green
They keep me going
They keep me Safe
They keep me Sane.
***V
A
N
I
T
Y***
Oh how I have succumbed to it's beauty
Its Art
It's Terror
It's Pleasure
Its Life
It's Wonder
The sensation it brings me is Unworldly
I had to Devour its taste
I needed to Sink my teeth
Into its Succulent
Irresistibe
Tranquility
The Honesty
It Possesses
Is Euphoric in nature.
They say I am Addicted
Delusional
And Shallow
But I say they are Conflicted
Envious
And Callow.
*A heart full of vanity
Had thee eyes of insanity*
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC
When clouds upon the summer breeze all rest
And easeful, take upon their faery flight
Into the paling crimson of the west
Where noonday dreams wilt in the breath of night,
I look into the east, and try to bear
No more a single thought of gloom or tear
For tangled comes my heart in wreathes of drear
For seeing just the day lie on its bier.
Up at the twinkling summer stars I gaze
And far as any falcon, swift, may spy
Lie constellations whose postures can trace
A story of some wild ecstasy;
A tale of unworldly days of yore
When wine flowed free and through the earth did seep
And Heracles stood tall and Phobetor
Was purely myth to scare the young to sleep.
And as I stare upon these stars, my eyes
Close then and open to new morning skies.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 7:22 PM UTC
i.
I shalt continueth to giveth mine
Aeipathy to mine sweetheart Jane;
Kissing her Lip's, juice running succulent
Again, again, and repeating over again.
ii.
Aerial on vapor circle's, tip-toeing,
Unworldly, ourn halo's coruscate;
Aloft sketches of cumulus imitate
Me and mine Reyna's rainbow shade.
iii.
Her Chatoyant face
And her glace shape;
Envelop's me inside
Her preternatural grace.
©Brandon Nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley/Filipino rose dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
I have a tail from the past,
Some wings to the future,
A strong stomach for now,
My beauty is Chimerical,
I have changed and evolved,
Into an unworldly being,
Understood by none,
Misunderstood often,
I have lived on.
With memories of the past,
Oblivious smiles at the future ,
Curiously treading now,
I leave my footprints ,
Only to be erased,
So a different me ,
Shall walk the path again.
My nature is chimerical ,
Everchanging and Evolving.
“Give me a name?
So stereotypical of you!”
My being is an enigma,
An untamed beast ,
Expansive till I shall consume,
The infinite possibilities,
An identity is limiting,
For what I was ,
What I’ll be ,
And what I am.
In this limitless form,
Chimerical I have become.
May 17, 2022
May 17, 2022 at 11:01 AM UTC
Tears formed from the fears of two hemispheres of wasted space
Find themselves in a fast pace race down the terrain of a familiar face
Heart and mind encased in a haze as I attempt to argue a flimsy case
That states;
This horde of unworldly insecurity life creates,
The alien thoughts unloaded in the wrong place
Then forced to take place,
Where never my own in the first place
The originals replaced then gone without a trace
No tracks to retrace
So no,
This isn't me making a break for it to save face
Because the worst off it circles back around at a dizzying pace
This is pointing out a particular fall from grace
The life of a waste
©2024
May 21, 2024
May 21, 2024 at 12:13 AM UTC
~ *I'll beckon you skyward,
floating you upon the softest whispers from my lips.
Those full rubied murmurs you'd reach to steal
& cast all of your unworldly dreams in,
prussian blue kisses of sapidity.*
Jun 22, 2012
Jun 22, 2012 at 3:05 PM UTC
Light as a phantom
empty as my soul
when this is finished
the truth will be told
secret temptations
tug at your veins
as unworldly visions
enter your brain
your life is corrupted
by events from the past
you've tried to bury them
but they're free at last
you scream at the mirror
and beg God to take you away
he laughs, its not your time
you are forced to stay
PLEASE, you cry as you fall to the floor
and whisper your last phrase
quote "The Raven"
nevermore.
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 3:44 PM UTC