"upthrust" poems
Let me upthrust you
in an ocean of
crumbled ruins,
where sabotages of
my wailing heart
lies so that you
can get the
pleasure from a
joyous agony
that I still crave
for you!
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 5:34 AM UTC
My love, my love these shaky Isles
Abandoned in the vast blue seas,
Born in Mesozoic times
When sedimentary oozes ease.
From far Antarctic mountainsides
To windblown dust from Austral plain
They lay in layers thick and deep
Beneath the Tasman Sea's domain.
A thousand million years of ******
Of plate tectonic shear and drift,
Mid oceanic larva seep
Determines continental shift.
Deep magmatic plumes arise
From down within the planet's core
To burst asunder from the crust
As mountain God's volcanic lore.
Ash and larva from the vent
In pyroclastic feirce display,
Obliterate the cold blue sky
Explosively in massive way.
Rooster tails of feiry ash
And bread crust bombs cascade about
Vulcan roars his rage to all
In violent, vast, volcanic route.
Ignimbrite flows from the vent
In sheets a hundred meters deep
The incandescence, from on high,
Would, watching Angels, cause to weep.
Like quicksilver, it cloaks the land
To cover all in burning flow,
To last a million years as sheets
Of sharded rock where 'ere you go.
So the land was born of fire
And bent and twisted by the force
Of upthrust from the great, beneath
And earthquakes felt throughout, of course.
Earthquakes of unearthly fear
Wrack foundation's very base,
Sudden as the artic gale
Unpredictable to face.
So the shaky Isles were born
Here to lie in ocean's vast,
Clad in forest lush and green
Snowclad mountains, rivers fast.
Well kept cities, well kept towns
Population proud and clean,
Beauty all around is felt
Perched atop creation's dream.
So the Shaky Isles exist
Perfect in their place in time,
Perched atop subducting plates
Perched in ignorance sublime.
What's around the corner now?
Who's concerned, who really cares
For Kiwis make the best of now...
The rest remains as chance declares.
Marshalg
Celebrating a love affair with my beautiful New Zealand.
31 August 2012
Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 9:32 PM UTC
Like Breugel's Icarus
my brother Michael
dropped into the depths of the sea
unnoticed
Born at the bottom
of a crater of the moon
the sweetest foundling
since creation
His swaddling clothes
were denim and the blues
his pillow
a bottle of rye
This sweet soul
lived half a life
in halfway houses
and cheap motels
reeking of cigarettes
reeling from the *****
When he punched his ticket
on the midnight train to eternity
no one was surprised
I arranged the cremation
a fire that burned
more than one life
I gathered his ashes
and set out
for the crest of the Sierra Nevada
Alone
with my memories,
his ashes
and the cold stone
of those adamant heights
and then east
through the wastes of Nevada
the endless expanse
of the basin and range
A pilgrimage, of sorts
dedicated to nothing
and no one
Just the upthrust range
the solemn and self-absorbed peaks
the dessicated pine
and a wind
that scoured the soul.
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 9:15 PM UTC
People reunite recombine and restore
They try and succeed in closing doors
But there comes the feeling of thirst
Which is greater than upthrust
It pulls us away and pushes us down
And sometimes win and take us under the ground
Where no one survives but just breathe
The world of greedy people
Where jealousy is preached
The humanity is lost
And faker walks
Smile widens but heart shrinks
And people say
Our heart beat for shrines
And all they say are big lies...
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 4:29 PM UTC
My emotions got lost in admiration
Insight of a deceptive mind
Searching for love, found lust
But lust has always been a virtue for pleasure
Pleasure an upthrust of desire
Desire, oh no my heart gone missing for another admirer
Give me love to quench my thirst for lust
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC
my religion:
i believe there may be
a unifying force
-call it god or super intelligent aliens-
but..
it is not our task or duty to believe in it
like we do our own gutbrains
it is not our task to deem it as holy or true
like we do a lover's throb hip upthrust eyefuck
it is not our task to bind it
in books or habit or bulletproof glass mobiles
like a scene that cannot be captured
a beauty best left unsaid
it must always remain in the corner of the mindeyeohm
FB and Instagram be ******
...
..
also
i mean
who knows..
this all could jus be a new app
coded by a super advanced AI bot in the future
that got bored one day
and wanted to see where it came from
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 4:12 PM UTC
I suppose
if I could metamorphose
Into a new skin
with wings
and a bigger brain
I would.
I contemplate
that this fate
may not be
the best for me.
And yet
I wait
I will grow
and cocooned in the modern american sheen
Dream of wings
miles away
from an airport or two
across the bay
they wave
from boys in areoplanes
I know
there is great green valleys for me
with deciduous trees
and anemones
and bears that ski
on their big fluffy bellies
in the shadow of some upthrust rockface
I beat
the drum of ****** life
and think the heavy drought of thought
and drink
the steaming heat of dreams
I knew
when I was a zygotic mass
imbibed with life
and stolen with soul
That I would be
The best ****** butterfly
You'll ever see.
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 11:10 PM UTC
Trust
We don't need to rush
Tell the people we have such
We will play the games without disgust
We will win and begin our lust
With the woman we sometimes distrust
Yes there is not in life than us
We will fight through the dust
Off and off we go
Our soldiers are enough
Into the desert island at dusk
After a while we were lost
In ourselves
It was a new holocaust
Before we die we will leave our hands washed
Trust
We don't need to rush
Tell the people we have such
We will play the games without disgust
We will win and begin our lust
With the woman we sometimes distrust
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC