"vocalization" poems
Bleached walls, and incandescent lights
The mind illustrates it’s own world
With dreams, desires and abstractions
What it wants, but can never have
Droned out vocalization, and exaggerated sighs
The mind fills in the gaps
With chatter, remarks and laughs
What it wants, but can never have
Concrete floors, and tiled ceilings
The mind creates it’s own scenery
With grasses, mosses and trees
What it wants, but can never have
Constant progression, and flooded walkways
The mind orchestrates it’s own utopia
With sunshine, breeze and cloudless skies
What it wants, but can never have
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 4:46 PM UTC
“the pleasuring words”
~
are not of necessity singularly complected or of one nature
know them by many other names, colorations, languages,
throat growling purring, pretty soft and stern, singsong,
begged borrowed stolen, barked and pleaded
but when the eyes quietly say,
come to me
darling
in manner unspoken,
the pleasuring of the silence
greater than if sullied by a vocalization,
the wild sounds my heart commit
pounding mounting ever louder,
requiring no translation, though with repetition,
they grow louder
with every heart throbbing,
a new language relearning
the pleasuring words are spoken
by silent eyes when you
call me by my other name
my
darling
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
Procrastination
Frustration
The death of a nation
Of words
The death of inspiration
Of thought
Or is it?
Does waiting till the last
Moment
Bring to light the end of
Torment
Where words and thought and
Meaning
Can be experienced and sensed
With feeling
In a rush of rhyming
Emotion
That can reveal a poets
Devotion
To words, phases, rhymes, places
To thought caught between
Metaphor and reality
Simile and imagery
To decide if we should define
Or create
A moment
Of smooth rolling syllables
Or harsh chunky fragments
Of life
Life that so easily gives way
To death
Death being the end or unknown
The unknown being what the
Artist or poet
Longs to capture
But the end
The end being a stopping point
A cessation
A death of a breath of vocalization
The end being
Now
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 12:52 PM UTC
Though first, I evolved according to plan
Little enabled me outlive this predator
With few permanent armor plates, strong
Muscles capable of crushing
Anything, bones extremely tough,
These serious injuries go beyond
My cold-bloodedness.
I like my environment, have developed
Behaviors to control it, to save energy
That can be put to other use
An evolved entirety of reason
Is why I can go for over a year
In extreme shutdown
My own tissue will feed
On anything it can overpower
Extraordinarily adaptable
During difficult times,
I will scavenge for everything,
Digest nothing left behind
My social interactions are complicated
I primarily lead a solitary life, don’t recognize
Vocalization, postures, signals, touch
My brain more complex than that of any other
A powerful sense of perception
The ability to learn, to avoid situations
That modify me structurally
Adaptations have allowed me to thrive
But surviving human encroachment
May be my biggest challenge
Through habitat enhancement
I may be able to ensure these
Sophisticated survival skills
For years to come
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 11:03 AM UTC
our house lights dim, a
hush spread thin as a whisper
caught on your tongue embraces
eyes, hearts, calls them closer
to the passionate vibration between
mind and string from my
girl across the world, it seems a
symphony of indelible impact,
vocalization
to sympathetic heart-drum as
I close my eyes
once more dreaming
for two hands in the dark
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 11:18 PM UTC
Relationship
You used to bring such longing for me.
Such hope.
Such solace that,
Once I obtained the contents of your letters,
I could be happy.
I could be complete.
relationship
What a different relationship we have now.
relationship
GAH- **** Where did you come from??
I was just reading an article and there you were.
Sitting there.
Out of context of my constant thoughts, but I can't help but apply you.
I can't help but panic.
The word relationship. My new biggest fear.
The collection of the consonants and vowels that make up a vocalization for my soul anxieties.
Relationship
I cringe at thee.
Hours of pouring over videos, how-tos, books, guides, diy, people, you, me, him, her, them, we, us, future, communicate, self-love, expectations, desire, infidelity, falling in love, falling out of love, love, lust, true love, more self-love, thoughts, peace, gratitude, forever, temporary, fleeting, cheating, shame, truth, lies,
all in the ******* name of
Relationship
I could quit.
But how can you quit on someone
That is only eighteen years old
And has already based the foundation of their life on
you?
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
Willows whisper secrets in my ear;
secrets that I cannot hear.
I wish and wonder why
the wisdom I am given is so profound.
Deep, intense… vision and insight
without a useful purpose.
Feels much like a thorn I cannot find…
constantly digging into my side.
I do not understand the what or the when;
Amnesia has stolen most of my development.
But memories are more than mere facts;
The procedures and the logic and the sense remain.
A sense of which I cannot describe…
It tastes a bit like dry, red wine.
Bites my tongue, rendering all vocalization
incoherent; all memories distorted.
I search, I scan, I compare, I analyze…
And, ultimately, I suspend.
Permanence I will fight to the end.
Purpose is to be made… and not to be found.
Perhaps this coherence is not profound.
Perhaps it is of common sense.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 9:23 AM UTC
Artificial stimulation zapping all imagination
Any creation or sensation lost in a noise of falsification
Cry to the nation so the population will rejoice with elation
That it is time to remove the isolation caused by the simulation
Simulation of free vocal amplification
Illusion and contagion of the authority’s rules and regulation
Solidification of these false ideals and therefore separation
From should be and what is- it’s horrification
The consumer’s attention faces new redirection
Guided meticulously by the producer’s invention
So our ‘choices’ aren’t choices but some chaos prevention
An anarchy intervention
An eluded operation executed by the organizations
A silent one sided war already won by associations, corporations and cooperations'
Verifications of strict policies and legislation
Followed of course by a strong litigation
What a celebration!
For select thoughts and their determination
Then the glorification
Of these upper class suits with some reputation
The voice of the people silenced with their unification
Stifling imagination
Essentially middle and lower robbed of vocalization
De-individualization, crumble fortication
Fine, its come down to this expectation
Of this twisted experimentation of freedom and selection
We’ll Bind together to form a protection of creativity, originality and our own perfection
So let us make this correction:
The one sided war is short lived and our individual minds will prevail, there is no question
For the minority majority will make a distinction
Between the choices given to us and our choices made with intention
Apr 15, 2011
Apr 15, 2011 at 9:31 AM UTC
Feel the air, vibrating,
Recoil from the heavy tang of metal flooding in,
A shift in levels, could rightly be the earth shaking.
Were it not for that thick darkness, vocalization would be a sin.
Curling toes grasp at nothing but space,
No solid mass. Gravity pulls but from within.
Humanity has lost the race.
It is sabotage, unsaid.
And demons come, with dripping fangs and pointed ears.
There is no more precious, no more sacred,
We are no more but fears,
And it is from fears they feed.
A pinch for a flinch, hear now from the chamber the clocking back of gears.
With each passing moment a growing greed.
These are the Demon Years.
Nov 22, 2011
Nov 22, 2011 at 4:50 PM UTC
What do you want?
I was not born in to this world
to fix your mistakes.
I am not your second chance and hope.
I am me;
and me makes mistakes worth the pain
worth the chat and the laughter.
I am not you and
you are not certainly me.
I won't, however, make your mistakes.
I'll read to my child and tell them it's okay
to fall out of line
to fall out of order
to drown in the pragmatic questions
and breathe the pathological questions.
I'll tell them I love them
that they are not me
and I'm not certainly them.
That asking is knowing
and knowing is listening.
That been wrong is a matter of vocalization
and right is just a one route suicide nation.
I'll tell them right
without doing them wrong.
Take your pick
anything goes.
I want me.
Me might be wrong.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 2:49 AM UTC
Alcohol only understands alcoholics
**** for stoners
power for politics
dark knights for the jokers
I casually forget
that I casually forget
What reason to resent
connect to the tempt
let it rip like a blade through the skin
unphased by the sin
An abysmal of interest
still bewildered by abashed movements and contemptment
plaugues by immortal sins
of mortal men
we are only equal by the hierarchy we rule by
actions and reactions do or die
unpleasent motives inflicted pain by mere touch
I trust my eyes are clouded by the logic in my mind
Shift to an undisposable appetite
set a riot after night
Excuse my Vocalization
take it how i meant it understand Veberalization
I am a ***** man
look at my ***** hands
Dull minds
Dull minds
Take your influence
make your influence
reality checks save lives
end lives with escapism
Uncaged birds with clipped wings
Freedom just isn't free
I am at your mercy
No matter how diabolical it can be
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 7:23 PM UTC
We are but a lingering breath in the
void of existence.
When we exhale a final vocalization
of our moments that shed a tear.
We are but a grain of earth that grows
petals. that will always fall.
Our place is in memory, we are but a breath
in a grain of sand falling.
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 2:38 AM UTC
My mind is constipated, I try to force
upon the bowels of my mind but nothing
is versed, only flatulence of syllables
that linger in the air.
Gagging on the stench was released outwards,
others cringe at what was versed in
needing of a release. I look upon the laxative
of imagery and I feel my mind soften up.
My pen sits on the white waiting for a release,
without warning a vocalization is forced slowly.
I spray my syllables on to the white, relaxed that
the congestion is released, words flow eagerly out.
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 8:32 PM UTC
Does our family speak to us on cold winter's night?
Even if there's no creek to crackle,
no stiff spines, no furry trees,
nothing but a Van Gogh room
in Somerville
and digital clocks ticking.
Does our family still speak?
Chattering away,
Background processes,
Garbled noise, garbage without
wisdom because we've lost the sophistication
to crack ancient encryption.
We hear the history,
and mimic vocalization like a song bird,
dolphin or elephant
each with converging neural circuits.
Members living the same stream?
It's easier to hack the data line,
when we've trained on same sets:
a missing wife,
black and white photos,
and a grandfather clock.
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
Screamed in the morning, wailing in the afternoon
shriek at night.
Each up toned voice, I will recite "I miss you."
A voice spoken, a slit vocalization
visualized
I miss you.
dejected from the synonyms
no words miserable, muted.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC
They whisper incoherent visualizations upon yourself;
clinging upon you like spider webs, viscous and transparent.
A wanting of cleanliness urges you to look away from
the apparent vocalization that is perceived with their
glaring pockets of empty sight...
"A look speaks a volume of intentions,
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 5:21 AM UTC
wet mush is pushed from left
to right
giant tongue reaches deep
into a large pink nostril
in the distance a tractor rumbles to life
and excitement fills the meadow
slowly meandering in the general direction
head swaying and bell ringing
still digesting yesterday’s cud
looking forward to fresh alfalfa
or perhaps seeded straw bails ….
a long sustained vocalization
breaks the early morning silence
and three little birds hop on the back
scrambling to find lice or ticks
as breakfast takes on many forms
on the farm in the Fall –
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC
Under breath
it was a fleeting
vocalization never
reaching purpose.
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 10:19 AM UTC
Visages woven upon the symphony of
weaving features.
Upon the chimes
her vocalization does intoxicate
those that are within heeding
of her delicate memories.
These are stairs to emotions now realised.
Acoustic melodies slip through currents of air so soothingly..
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 12:09 PM UTC
I collect sea shells listening to
the voices within, telling me
what I need to think....
But I'm fractured like every
one I listen too...
Hearing a sea of voice drowning
in the vocalization of self..
I listen in cracked shells listening
for the drowning voice of myself.
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 5:35 PM UTC
My demons they have vacated the crevasse of my mind,
there poison that kept me lingering between the moments
of reality and unseen whispers that told me things I didn't
want to hear.
My reflection is vacant as if in the eyes only myself I can
see, neither the images that they portrayed are visible a
blank screen of thought just looks back at me.
Silence is more vocal, it cuts my wrists in diagonal wisps.
I mummer in uncortralable versions to facilitate the emptiness
that degrades my psyche. In needing of those that left me,
can one remain when parts are removed without vocalization.
My Demons have left me, and the only demon left is me.....
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 12:25 PM UTC
Espresso hits my lips
6:12 vocalization begins
CHA CHA
Shoulder thrusts with each CHA yell
I smile for the phone getting romancing
I look at my phone and I wonder
You awake yet?
Lick my lips in remembering
Drifting off in want content in waiting
You said you could not do this
Your reasons were good, not debating
Sometimes a connection needs investgating
I found you worth baiting
I went fishing, anticipating
Something are just not worth negating
Want is worth working and
Wordsmiths are especially fun
I desire the scenes you have spun
I really enjoy the words you send to me
Now wake up and give me a hug
And see the smile left upon me
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
Your voice holds more harmony than the passionate rain
It's more than a crime when someone uses your name in vain
It would be a pleasure to be with you when we both have canes
But not everything works out like they're planned out to
Life likes to prove us wrong on many occasions
My heart lifts up when my ears pick up the slightest sense of vocalization of you
You're the broth in the warmest soup sold in the supermarkets
And i'm just trying to understand it all.
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC
Modulated essence of vocalization
does not escape my seized lips.
Motionless they are without movement,
a corpse of inactivity are my verbs.
But when stain white sheets are lingering
in front of my eyes, I'm jested to use movement
of wording to express the convulsions that
expire from my mind to that below.
Seismic episodes expel and what was a land
of undiscovered wealth ruptures forth.
My expression is unformulated but even though
whispers aren't heard, ever syllable is understood.
Even though my vocalization is versed in silence,
every word is throw into the words understanding.
Hear me through muted words of expression that
vocalize from your eyes on my versed words.
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 9:47 AM UTC
I'm a vocalization of
dented yesterdays,
but swim to tomorrows..
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 3:35 PM UTC