"verifies" poems
No place for roleplay in this
illumined shrine of sanctified
skin and porcelain
where the most literal of lovers
whelm in the stainless steel
hot spring's silver stream
where the smoke screen of clothing
clashes with the steam cloud
rising like ironic bread
in Eden's kitchen
where a woman turns around
wrings and whips her satin
slope of hair around a shoulder
leaving to her man ideas
and a bar of soap that slithers
effortlessly in his palm
like a melted deck of cards
where a bubbled corner
is embedded in the small of her back
elevated from the tailbone
to the neck and lowered like the zipper
of the dress he parted not so long ago
where a jolt of urgency
accelerates an exercise in
the ski of soap around the junction
of the hips and outer buttocks
and a segue silently approved
by her arms hoisted to attend
to hair thought to be already
washed and conditioned
where the soap is shared by
both hands on the scaling of
her sudded sternum
presaging an unseen demand
from the beacons of progression
swelling in the wet heat
where a hand of soap and
hand of slide verifies the demand
of hands on her beaded *******
where he answers her swell
with his stiffness in the final feel
of mystery before a soft shift of
arms approximates a plea
for a frontal rinse
where hands return to ******
crowned chest sparking the advent
of eye contact all the while
where his ****** intensifies
in proportion to the eyes closed
in anticipation of their saturated mouths'
magnetic duet
where saliva and the cooling water mix
on their cameos of tongues slipping
through their lips in the midst of the mist
and where their towels hang in
a forgotten heap while he takes her
dripping body in his arms and
carries her to where the roleplay
will have to wait after all
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 12:35 PM UTC
Total abstinence is so excellent a thing it cannot be carried to too great an extent and
Wit is the sudden marriage of ideas which before their union had no relation.
Americans will occasionally astonish the God that created us when given a fair shake .
Indecency is the first thing the missionary teaches the savage.
Nature knows no indecencies ;man invents them.
Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities ,truth isn't.
Action is always the way ; words will answer as long as it is his neighbor who is in trouble.
Truth is the most valuable thing we have.Let us economize it.
Herodotus says,very few things happen at the right time and the rest do not happen at all
Obsession is the man with a hole in the seat of his pants and cannot keep his fingers out it
My mother had a great deal of trouble with me but I think she enjoyed it
Size of the dog in the fight dont count.size of the fight in the dog
Dont go around going the world owes you a living. The world was here first
Denial Just aint a river in EGYPT
Prose wanders around with a lantern & laboriously schedules & verifies the details.
The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated
Hunger is pride's master
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 3:32 AM UTC
Why is it
that I
feel closest to you
when this
simple timestamp
appears before me?
Can you explain this digital phenomenon
that verifies your existence?
That you do
indeed
breath and eat and dream;
that radio silence
is
the most empty sound of all?
Why is it
that I
feel closest to you
when this
simple timestamp
appears before me?
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 7:26 PM UTC
I write poems for kids
That too often get asked
“are you a boy, or a girl”
Because they are the only ones who
Will understand the physical rush
Of empowerment versus discouragement
In their guts
The question that verifies
You have finally broken gender norms
Unhuman.
Floating in unearthly genderless celestial bodies
“are you a boy, or a girl”
Only to hit the ground faster than falling stars
When told
“you better ******* start acting like it”
I write poems for kids
Who have a bird cage for ribs
And fish for a heart
Raised on its ability to fly
Look kid, you gotta learn how to swim away
Because you’ll be question by bird keepers
Until the day your veins are able to run upstream
You’ll leave the closet to only join the zoo
So enjoy the field trips
And the bears, and the otters
And learn to question the birds and the bees
It’s okay to only want birds on birds, bees on bees
It’s okay to want to try ****
And it’s okay to want to stay as far away as possible
To think about *** at sixteen and keep that sweet composure
One day the reflection on the glass isn’t going to match
The second grade smile behind it
Frame yourself however you may choose
It’s okay to have purple hair
We all make mistakes
Don't feel guilty for being too scared to tell your mother
Your whole life, people have been trying to build you in the wrong direction
They aren’t going to understand what it feels like
To simply just wear
Eyeliner,
I understand, it’s war paint
Or the kind of questions you’ll get all afternoon
“are you a boy, or a girl”
Your identity is not polarized
Gender is a spectrum, not a just *****
There’s shades between the seven colors I fit in
Recognize you’ll be lonely eight days of the week
There’s no one like you at home or at school or work
So step out of frames,
Look at bigger pictures
Every hallway is your catwalk, every shoe
Can be your empire state stiletto
Every **** ****** slur is compliment to the human anarchy inside your bones
Your human anatomy matched with the way your mind things
Is one of the greatest forms of activism
And if you ever go through an emo phase,
Be the baddest goth child you can be!
I write poems for kids
That fall between “boy and girl”
I write poems that I wish I heard as a kid
To tell kids to keep fighting
Even though the war is not yet won
There’s victory in every battle you tired
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC
Love's exalted totalty
Adheres to a root singularity
So an emotional showdown
Can be an inspiring moment
With its groundbreaking fireworks.
We can name the new in the now
And flourish in mortalty
Here where unity can destroy utilty
And beauty is not a faultless concept.
Nature is insatiable,
Processing turning points,
Using the transhumanity ideology,
But unrealistic optimism sets up cruelty
In personal situations in the social vortex
With our entrances and our exits
Merely amusing a new alien audience.
Raw human essence at a crescendo
Verifies impossibility
To have only been a past passion
And we shall indeed transcend the unknowable
With dignity and decorum
And romance.
With dignity and decorum.
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 12:09 AM UTC
Nature is insatiable,
Processing turning points,
Using the transhumanity ideology,
But unrealistic optimism sets up cruelty
In personal situations in the social vortex
With our entrances and our exits
Merely amusing a new alien audience.
Raw human essence at a crescendo
Verifies impossibility
To have only been a past passion
And we shall indeed transcend the unknowable
With dignity and decorum
And romance.
With dignity and decorum.
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 12:06 AM UTC
When in love,
take the precious time to draft out dreams on soft sand or temperamental snow.
This verifies their possibility,
Gives color to their cold cheeks and gives them new life.
When in love,
Find someone who will takes these plans and help you set them in stone
What were only foolish dreams then
Become your reality, now
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 9:23 AM UTC
It is a perfectly formed teardrop;
or the gold of an autumnal leaf;
it is the first apple or peach blossom
of spring.
It is the sight of a rainbow to a child;
or the sight of the child itself
observing that rainbow
for the first time.
A miracle is the sight of a loved one
beside me when I awake.
It is her hand in mine
to still that ache.
Yet Hume would have us believe
that miracles do violate
the laws of nature.
O, so not so!
For me the laws of nature
are the miracle.
To know that season follows season
is the awe.
And those who despise reason
to favour faith
are merely
self-deluded fools.
Not for me the accusation
of the psalm that would
make me a fool for
disbelieving god.
That I abandon faith
and choose instead
to reason with my brain
thus verifies belief.
It is as hard for the believer
to abandon a belief
as for a man of science
to discard old laws.
But moral values are self-evident.
I do not need an act of faith
to emphasise
A moral code.
It is enough to know that I am one
with all humankind and
whatever touches another,
touches also me.
I seek no vague salvation;
no sweetmeat in the sky;
it is enough to hold most dear
what is simply “I”.
We’ve wandered far from miracles,
from acts of faith and such,
but life itself’s miraculous
e’en to a worthless wretch.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC