"unworried" poems
In the silence and misunderstandings that separate us
I need to believe there is a place where we can meet
a place of mottled light where the only shadows
are painted by ancient firs who conspiratorially lean
open, welcoming hands down to greet us.
It is a place where all thoughts of judgment and jealousy
are simply too petty for consideration
love being implicit in the moisture of the air
words are unnecessary for our eyes reveal
everything we ever want to say.
Fear and resentment are unknown here
we refuse to recognize them if they slither
into this haven while we are sleeping
restful, innocent, unworried
history does not exist, the moment held is enough.
If this vision were dispelled, my soul could not sustain
reality’s weight. I would be battered, fragile
as a spiraled whelk on deceptively smooth rocks
splintered by hate and unwillingness
to be as the sea, fluid and graceful, all encompassing.
Will you come with me here?
Or is the hour too late?
We can meet in this hollow sacred space
and begin again, let loose misconceptions
clouding the life we share.
The path is faint
trust your weary heart
it will lead us to each other.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 9:08 AM UTC
Yarn over needle
In the fond hope
That something
Will come out of this union
Stitches that create
Filled squares and empty
Walls that end a cell
Start off another
Like the Maker’s design
The pattern emerges
Unhurried,
Unworried by its beauty
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 1:57 AM UTC
a steady calm, a deep knowing
unhurried, unworried
Soul growth is primary,
a journey, never stationary
independant, yet woven together
always honouring one another
Love does not boast or confine
if one must go, give them time
birds in the sky, snakes in the sand
they never worry about being fed
or by which Hand
God is all-knowing
though we are gifted with free will,
there is a plan for each life
woven together by His intricate skill
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 8:58 PM UTC
More time runs away as fast as it can
More lost dreams lie wasted, not part of the plan
If the future could share a warning
It would see our concern growing
A light in the night can’t be so bad
But it kills you if darkness is all you have
The light can take your sight
It can rob you blind tonight
With the light on the horizon getting brighter
The burden on our back isn’t getting lighter
So the hopeless soldier on in vain
And the champions stay out of the rain
Only to find their fulfilled hopes flimsy imitations
Of a life spent unworried of negative connotations
A bad dream never wakes the tired souls
A grim future doesn’t worry those with no goals
May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 8:27 PM UTC
we are flowing, growing. like flowers
twiddling away the syrupy hours
feverantly running, we
have nothing but our breath
free from gravity;
we are tripping, skipping. through parking lots
weary of these individual thoughts
syrup flowing over pages
times is nothing, we are ageless
conscious-less, in bliss. like serenity
but full with unearthly energy
we are chances, advances. like wild fire
running through night without tire
we are harmony, calm sea. potential
unworried by what's consequential
we are youth, love. surreality
Feb 4, 2010
Feb 4, 2010 at 9:27 PM UTC
The clock ticks and ticks
The seconds, minutes, hours pass
The clock looks down from it's perch on the wall
The heart questions its validity
And sighs.
The body grows and prospers
The thought of degenerating, down-grading persists
The body takes itself in and wants to embrace the only moments it has
The brain becomes distracted and lost in its own perception
And sighs.
The Earth, the only planet where love is known to exist
The clock has no jurisdiction over it
The Earth, in all its cosmic glory and all-knowingness
The body, such a sin to let it rot from the inside out,
Sighs.
The clock, the body, the brain, the heart, the Earth
The ticking, the rotting, the thinking, the sighing, the all-knowing
The clock measures the body, and the body, the Earth
The Earth, with no heart or brain of its own, spins unworried
Yet sighs.
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 8:20 AM UTC
Suspended in time
Weightless and unworried
We hang on to the moment
Sedated magic unhurried
His scent is captivating and wild
Forever embedded in my brain
Masculine and crisp
A few hints of the earth after a rain
Insecurities held at bay
I live inside your sanctuary
Your embrace keeps me safe
My senses relaxed and unwary
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 2:15 PM UTC
Forever in a heartbeat, beat, beat;
a thousand heartbeats; a thousand forevers.
Somewhere the sunbeams catch your hair
alighting gently like sparrows at the tips,
turning each fly-away in turn a subdued golden hue
which radiates softly from your eyes.
Quiet sighs echo through the sheets;
Good morning, my love.
Unhurried, unworried;
Let's spend the day here.
Fading in and out, in and out of consciousness
to the sound of you breathing beside me;
waking up to feel your arms loosely pulling me back.
It's still too early yet;
though the sun has long since turned dark.
A crooked smile—the most beautiful thing I have ever seen—
and your voice telling me to
Dream sweetly. We'll eat in the morning.
Morning comes to rain; rain falls to autumn.
Beside me a yellow slip on the pillowcase reads
I don't love you.
I smile and listen for the sound of your footsteps.
I hear you, whistling tunelessly, and you call to me;
Have you woken yet?
As I meet you in the kitchen I find your eyes
and silently shake my head.
I suppose one more day couldn't hurt.
Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 4:53 PM UTC
Mad
Furious
Rage
Enraged
Hostile
These are all the words that don’t describe who I am as a person
Forward
Brash
Bold
Unfrightened
Unapprehensive
Words that I wished that described who I am.
Reserved
Calm
Brassy
Free
Easy
Words that other people say that describe who I am.
Angry
Tranquil
Unworried
Unease
Words that describe who I am.
Now ask yourself
Who am I?
Feb 3, 2010
Feb 3, 2010 at 6:14 PM UTC
In a far off land where
Lions and bear
Roam around inciting no Fear
Where, the lion can be small
And the mouse big
And the unicorns can prance through halls
And the birds do not need to fly
Where mice don’t need to be afraid
And foxes have no need to be sly
Where the ****** past of the rabbit,
Is solemnly and regretfully acknowledge
By its many oppressors and killer in ways deemed fit
Where the ***** and the *****
Do not need to bow their heads in shame
As victims of Sin
Where the fish can love the butterfly
And the leopard plays with the lamb
A world in where the sky
Is lit by the lights
Of ten thousand moths
Unworried about danger of sight
And in where the sparrows swim
And the fire burns in the lake
Where the conflict has at last
Been resolved in ways thought impossible.
Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 8:36 AM UTC
Shivering in the tempest of his eye,
go to him, martyred spirit, go
where sleep is like oblivion, pure,
and pain falls from the broken soul.
Washed by the gaze of a dreadful god,
pursued through the years, Io, chaste, unheard,
in the dust of a somnolent world, you
have gone where darkness bathes the naked.
You have traced the silent correspondence,
have seen, smelled, tasted infinity
where life is a distant flower, where
to sleep is to wake in an empty bower.
The touch of a mother's hand upon
your quivering arm, c'est goût Néant;
the life of oblivion for the ravished soul,
the ***** the wine of dreamless sleep.
What the infinitude sought so long?
Where behind confused words
lives unity, crepuscular, deep,
where entropy is order, order is complete?
Now, translated beneath this ground
you may sleep un sommeil profonde,
undisturbed by setting suns,
still unheard by clamoring men.
Sleep, pious poet, sleep, beneath
the unworried sway of timeless worlds,
where sound, smell, touch, and sight
blend as in a sensed but senseless night.
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 3:12 PM UTC
We in South Florida pride ourselves on getting hit by hurricanes. We take photos of how bad it is and post it on Instagram with appropriate doomsday event hashtagging.
Riding these things out is like riding a bike.
If you can shop for Black Friday and Christmas every year, you can shop for this. Take pride in your water divination skills and line-standing endurance feats. We are the state of Disneyworld ride lines that wrap around corners in swamp heat, and lines of red light bumper lights on i-95 Monday through Friday: this is another day in the office!
Putting up shutters is like putting up Christmas decorations: we get creative
Like today, we wedged pink and blue floatation noodles against the frames of the windows in arcs resembling a post-storm rainbow. My 2 year old daughter said it was beautiful.
One day of this is someone else's seven months of winter. Remember, people evacuate to here annually! So do not feel bad for fleeing north to them.
The news keeps saying stay calm as they embellish how dangerous this storm ride is going to be like some death stunt on a David Blaine TV special. He went underwater in "Drowned Alive": he didn't drown. He got buried underground: he rose from it. Per the broadcasted hype, the payoff is we won't die!
Here's some good news: you can leave what's out of reach and in the sky to the heavens, and what's in your mind to the steps you took on the ground below: all doors closed, stuff unplugged, things that resemble missiles stashed in closets, flashlights ready like lightsabers to battle this named foe from above. It will hit the worried and unworried just the same, revealing the gas station line cutters from the people who help you with shutters; the faith from the fear of those who choose to pray; the human heart and its varying sizes as it beats faster with the darkening of the sky.
At least we aren't trees: they cannot hide from this revealing event. See how they all remain serene up until the second the wind arrives, leaves rattled only then, roots of varying depths being that which holds them together
either they bend with grace or they break.
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 8:23 PM UTC
we're driving home.
it's raining and
car lights shine through rain-splattered windshields
like angry neon brushstrokes.
sometimes i think i can see
every single color of the rainbow
when i stare at white streetlights.
sometimes those chromatic hallucinations
make me think
of all the beauty trapped
under our skins.
water splashes under the car's tires.
the sound lulls me to drowsiness.
how long has it been, i wonder,
since i last fell asleep in a car seat
unaware and unworried.
the sky is dark.
it darkened hours ago.
i can still feel its warmth on my skin,
if i close my eyes, and think of noon.
if i breathe in,
moisture fills my throat and my lungs
and everything becomes just a little clearer.
i live for rainy days.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 7:42 PM UTC
The grass smells sweet.
The breeze blows a warm wind,
Leaves floating from the trees and ground.
A beautiful day indeed.
Lightly moving a hand side to side,
The softness of the grass giving a sensation Indescribable.
A conversation so just and pure as a newborn.
Feeling safe and unworried.
Moments of happiness in a depressed mind.
The one thing known for sure.
A glance down.
“Gabe”
Dog print
LCHS
GABRIEL ISAIAH DION MARTINEZ
In the arms of his family Mar. 18, 1998
In the arms of Jesus Apr. 08, 2018
Grey and black granite block with a black and bronze plate on top.
Her safe place.
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 1:13 AM UTC
the night is empty and calm and quiet and dead and no animal or human or organism has the want or reason to fill it
somewhere someone and something and nothing at all is dying or is dead and all the silent people and all the silent animals and all the silent organisms will do nothing to save them
the time passes slowly at mach speed and the earth ceases to turn and the people and the animals and the organisms are crushed by the force of the lack of movement
the sun implodes and the universe is momentarily covered in beauty and debris and particles of carcasses before there is nothing of what had and could have been
in a different galaxy and cosmos and timeline the sun shines brightly as it was meant to with no intention to change its routine
the people and the animals and the organisms cohabit earth peacefully having unlocked the secrets of life and death and all in between before and after
earth turns lackadaisically and nothing and no one and no being could ever persuade or force it to stop
the night is full and loud and boisterous and bright and alive and filled with joyful chatter and excited calls and unhurried and unworried din
particles float in space and smash gently together and greet each other with nonexistent smiles and impossible words in unknown languages
asteroids soar by with inaudible how do you dos and vanish before there is any answer or inquiry as to where they plan to go
black holes swirl happily inviting all the particles and asteroids and stars and matter and antimatter and dark matter into their vapid embrace
solar systems cry noisily as their bedtime approaches and fight against the current of time and space and emptiness and nothingness and struggle against the flow
atoms and molecules find romance within one another and bind themselves and break apart and bind themselves and break apart and bind themselves
the stars grow agitated and burst into dull rock and grow agitated and burst into flame until the can no longer explain their agitation and burst into nothing in an enraged fit
just past all the things is a small planet that was in the past and has passed and will pass in the future and is passing right now
and the night is empty and calm and quiet and dead and no animal or human or organism has the want or reason to fill it
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 12:17 AM UTC
A fleeting whisp of eternal glory,
Developing the reflective protagonist in one's own story.
The heat and sun, describable only as warm,
Reflect youth in spirit, even when age's experience grows worn.
To subsist freely, unencumbered in an unworried state of time,
Already aware that this seasonal pleasure lies predominantly in the mind,
Remain conscious to yourself and your life's plot,
For love will last, while your life will not.
Radiant heat on the toes of my feet,
Tingling sun supplies vibes describable only as upbeat.
An unexplained aura of melodic euphoria,
Supplying the vigor emanating out of nature's own formula.
Summer's enticing gaze lucidifies the bulk of this year's haze,
Incorporating without a doubt the height of our own glory days.
A summer long repose from school and servitude.
Shape your own destiny, practicing all year to maximize the magnitude,
Of a precious few chances to make the most of something great:
The solidarity of choice, a free and open space.
The kind of unique youthful place,
Available only in summer break.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
Apparently theres actually a bad time for love.
Apparently theres a lack of sentiment from those above.
Apparently were being watched by fed and all his homies.
Apparently if i **** up ill end up far below me.
Gradually the trees will grow and give of lots of zen.
Gradually our bodies break apart while we pretend.
Gradually we find ourselves until we meet our end.
I miss the feeling of being young,
knowing nothing at all.
Blissfully running through life,
unworried if you'll fall.
Life is but a dream,
Until you are awakened.
Rising abrupt from slumber,
feeling chopped like lumber..
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
The slow breathing,
Before the fast;
Until my body is shocked with the sudden reaction.
My mind that takes over my heart,
Will never learn to be controlled.
I will never know what it feels like to be relaxed.
Just to be unworried,
Fearless,
Brave,
& to trust.
& through the darkness,
The light appears dead in silence.
Only the sound of fear,
Plays in my head.
Only the sound of my breath,
When I try to gasp for air.
My mind pushes strong;
There is no limit.
My heart is pushed so far;
It works so hard.
& then the air within my body,
Cannot be controlled.
My breathing,
So hard.
So heavy.
So fast.
& Im at the point where I cannot breathe.
It feels so harsh,
So painful.
My body weakens.
My body is dizzy.
My fingers & toes are so numb as I shake.
It just feel like there is an earthquake.
Im unable to walk.
These attacks are controlling me.
& with the dehydration my body goes through,
The water that is finally taken into me,
Drowns me when I need the moisture.
Its so hard to think with confusion.
Its so hard to focus with distraction.
Its so hard to try and catch my breath,
When hyperventilation takes over.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 12:35 PM UTC
Your eyes meet mine
Piercing, I'm
Caught unaware
Scared, unprepared
Your stare leaves me naked
I can no longer fake it
I'm so confused and unsure
Hesitant, wanting more
Your hands trail slowly
I'm losing all control of me
Intimate, scorching heat
My heart can't help but skip a beat
Your fingers tracing down my spine
Makes me think we've nothing but time
Their path is leisurely, unhurried
Winding, arching, and unworried
Silence falls, cheeks flushed red
Leaning in, I press my head
Soothingly, against your chest
Hearing each and every breath
You inhale deep
Open your mouth to speak
At a loss for words
All unsaid is heard
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC
say numbers the little white toothed
sliver of a grin
hair breathlessly tousled
about fingers stairs
(winding)
upwards constantly
tall moments of absolute singleness
into 4 hands
2 fingers inside
lips strictly around
to eat 2 lips
30 minutes of
ultra caressed
hyper scrupulous
tense heaving ;
say numbers
7,205 seconds
until reaches
the startling pinnacle
of über sensuous
gangling drugged
with blonde milk
suddenly supple
between, "my dear,"
count as to count
by more than 20
digits to feverishly
blunder through
hurried wanting
to crush,
( say numbers and speak not numbly
of the nimble bumbling of thy pale
fracas an earth will be born from
within wishing will to will unworried
a fraction cut beneath the navel by
a tremendously incalculable urging
to rush
)
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 8:04 PM UTC
Hollow beating filling the silence.
Flutter of a butterfly's wings.
Is all I hear.
I turn around
In all my dreaming;
he's here.
To get me done with.
To ruin my life.
To destroy my life.
I'm dreaming.
Probably not the most violent of them all.
He sees me.
I look and he's got a tear dripping from his chin only to dissolve into his cotton shirt.
I look unworried.
Because I'm dreaming.
All the sudden
It switched total different perspectives.
I'm him.
The body limp in a chair.
It's me.
The face of a girl I never knew.
I never knew truly.
I know this is the happiest of dreams when he doesn't put a finger on me.
One of my dreams.
I didn't end with silent death.
Jan 20, 2011
Jan 20, 2011 at 4:38 PM UTC
He's been out for a while now
Roaming the woods beyond the walls
Angered by his fellowmen's betrayal
After they drove him out into exile
They closed the gates behind him
And left him all alone
No one to help nor care for him
Loneliness he always hated, now his friend
From above a hill, he usually saw
Over the walls, his people happy and unworried
"All those smiles are because of me,
and this is how they repay me?" he said to himself
He vowed to himself one cold hearted thing
To seize the chance for him to come back in
And make them all suffer, as he did their enemies
With the same means he used, ones they hated but needed
His exile was for all the cruelty and pain he conjured
Against the enemies his people long feared
He was the necessary evil they clung unto reluctantly
The savior they feared, more than they did their enemies
Days, months, and years passed by
And he continued to watch them day and night
All were happy, happier than each passing day in fact
Until one day, everything fell into the man's foretold fate
.
The people were frantic and in despair
He knew not what was happening there
But even so, he saw his chance has opened
And smiled as he went and make true his return
The Exiled, that's what he chose
To name himself for his return
Expecting fear to overtake the whole place
He was ecstatic to start the slaughter he savored since that day
The gates were open, just as he expected
He walked right in, giving off the same presence
He had emanated when he went out the gates
And expected the people to wallow in fear and hopelessness
What he saw was one he never imagined
They all saw him and asked for his forgiveness
They asked for his help, and offered their allegiance
He was no longer to be only their savior, but their king as well
The Exiled was shocked at the reception he received
Taken aback, confused and not knowing how to react
Until he thought of what he was given
And laughed menacingly, like those of the battles of old
He saw the chance to put out all the pain he felt
After being exiled before, and now he's back
To fully control the people who chained him with weakness
And free to do whatever he wickedly wishes
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 3:51 AM UTC
Places we knew together lie in wait, still as I’ve ever seen
for our return.
And we will return, but
it will never be as it was.
I’ll never again hear my brothers’ shrieks as they climb
and break the weak lower branches from our tree.
We will have dinner at our table, but you won’t have grass-stained knees
and we won’t study on your bed afterward until a new day comes.
And still you wear a white uniform, but not the stained jersey we knew.
Now it is pristine and reminds me that you’ll never again be mine as you were.
Though you wear the cover of an officer and make me proud every day,
I will always miss the boy that this man used to be.
Even now as I too seize everything I want, I fear I am the only one
who would give it all right back to return to what we were.
Untainted,
Unworried,
Careless,
Naïve.
But mostly,
Together.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
Where beneath I sleep
Taller in dreams
With autumn leaves, colours to bleed
Glory because it fades away
Slowly seeping under skin
Rooted where this tale begins
I can begin to read it
Under your burning coloured eaves
Far away echoes the beating heart
To sound out longing, like a sigh
Escaping from your solemn boughs
Unhurried, unworried your goodbyes
To be as you are
Silent, quiet, calm, serene
Rooted to soil
Growing evergeen
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 2:53 PM UTC