"voyaged" poems
I tore the fabric of space
Interrupting my affectionate stalking
Spurts of longing, interspersed
with spasms of premature *****
In vain, hankering to attain that next level rush
*Oh you're a ***** girl aren't you*
That's when I was discovered...
Her shrieks royally flushing my cheeks with shock
-Superseded by pallid chagrin
I fumble to bail,
Pants entrenched around my ankles
Premeditative,
Of absent-mind, in haste
Prime directive a method of escape
Evasion failing
Detection:
Imminent
Reflecting a grim lack of circumspection,
accursed **********
Trying to conceal my turgid ********
Her father particularly beyond reason
And not fond of my indecency for his daughter
Proceeds pummeling me to death with my beloved binoculars
Devoid of clairvoyance;
I am coincidentally sent
outward toward oblivion
Bon voyage through the portal
Falling facefirst into an abysmal wormhole
Its then I voyaged backward through time
To the moment of Creation
And witnessed the universe
**** itself from naught to existence
Spewing forth such cataclysmic splendor
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
No thought can grasp this
ocean we enter
in Holy embrace
together.
This Placeless place
echoes a memory,
unseen here, only Love
carried in waves of light.
Fingers soft as petals of Lilly
lifting into infinity, touching gently,
with the delicacy of a Lover
bound by Heart to the Beloved.
In Reverence you reach
to meet the unseen song of no-thing
as the One Heart opens, revealing
fragrance mimicing the fields of Heavens on High.
Sharing the feast of Heart
boundless, awake
waves of intoxicated bliss opening This
as He decends upon, as your lips.
Dancing under moonlight
no eyes can see
delighting in poem
no words can speak.
The ocean sings of Silence
to the ship longing for shore
washing away all sense
of "two", all need for "more".
We, ever becoming
take off on a star heading for Truth
and leave the sleeping and waking
to the dreamers.
The Lover's destiny
is the union Absolute,
following the inevitable, miraculous
disappearance of the universe.
Ocean and waves voyaged in Mind
become worldless Void
You and I,
Boundless, Unborn Love
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC
Many books you might have read.
But, did you ever read the reader?
Many songs you might have listened.
But, did you ever listen to the listener?
Many places you might have explored.
But, did you ever explore the explorer?
Many events you might have experienced.
But, did you ever experience the experiencer?
Many journeys you might have voyaged.
But, did you ever voyage to the voyager?
Many facts you might have known.
But, did you ever know the knower?
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 1:38 AM UTC
In mighty kingdoms far away
Grew an elven king, stern and wise
Whose young daughter grew in the fields
with eyes as blue as the clearest skies
Elenir, was the daughters name
who danced amongst leaves like gold
whose laughter rang like a thousand bells
whose fair skin would never grow or old
There a traveller came from mountains
and lost, he wandered beneath the trees
he drank from nameless rivers
and voyaged across the savage seas
They met under the sheets of stars
as she saved him from himself
he touched her hair, felt her voice
and till death, he stayed with the elf
His human life frayed away
After a mere blink of years
She watched and stroked his aging face
and wiped away her tears
And when he passed, she could not bear
the pain that she felt inside
the once swaying trees that danced
felt empty, old and dried
She traveled up to the clifftops
Elenir cried her lovers name
She threw herself into the raging oceans
for her life was never the same
The elven king was despaired to see
the loss of his cherished daughter
He cursed the lands
Set fire blazing
and froze the wicked waters
He hide away his treasured kingdom
and watched as the world around him burned
His soldiers pleaded, his people begged
to not leave the world so spurned
But his heartbreak was too great to deal
The world fell into darkness
and with the once-beautiful Elenirs death
the skies grew black and starless
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
*her new dress
voyaged
up and down
she understood
I loved her dress..*
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 10:27 PM UTC
An orange and slimy porridge
Which got my sister into college
Had voyaged with some courage
All because of an orange and some slimy porridge
But had a horrible marriage because a carriage smashed strait through
All because of an orange and some slimy porridge
Which is a whole lot of garbage
Not all of it was because of an orange and some kind slimy porridge.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 4:05 AM UTC
Is that you?
I knew that smelled familiar.
It's your heart again, isn't it?
I can almost imagine it
Helplessly perched
On the palms of your hands.
It reeks of heartache.
You should really get that checked.
It means
You believed in a boy again.
And I don't know
How those lies
Made it's way to the port,
Hopped on a ferry,
And voyaged to your bloodstream,
Making it's way to the arteries of
Whatever it is you have left
In your hands.
But it's fine.
Don't blame him.
Don't blame you.
You're both
Growing
A lot quicker than your skin expected
So
You have cuts and wounds but
Don't panic, I've got the thread.
It's time for the stitches.
What happened to your hands?
Did you play with fire?
Did you test the waters and were they hotter than you expected them to be?
At least
Now
You know that love
Was never really a game of trial and error.
The realest kind only comes around
About once or twice.
And I know your hands
Liked to fiddle around with the idea
That it would only be him.
For a while it was.
But that fire was extinguished.
And it's nice to hope that some flames would last forever
But
My darling, you deserve the sun.
What happened to your eyes?
They don't sparkle how they used to.
I know the sight of him
Knocked the wind right out of you
And lifted your spirits so high
And filled you up with enough electricity
To power that spark.
But the opportunities to gaze at him
Are only so temporary.
Things only glitter
When they're exposed to
The Light.
So, better fix those eyes on the
One thing
That is eternally bright.
Trust me, when you do, the tears
Will evaporate from your eyes,
Making everything clearer,
And the world will start to make sense again.
What happened to your ears?
You've pierced and stuffed them with
All the wrong syllables.
I know those phrases and letters
Sounded like a good idea for a while.
Maybe you heard them at the
wrong time.
Or
Maybe they were never meant for you.
I know how it stings.
But uncover your ears because
There are people who still want to tell you more
Beautiful truths.
You must listen.
Now,
The sight of the word "people"
Makes you wish I meant him.
But my darling, I can only
Assure you that there is someone
Out there
Carrying all the right words
In the pockets of his hoodie.
All you need to do now is
Be still.
Remember,
You are a princess.
For a while, you've kept your head down
And your crown
Is slowly slipping from it.
But a day will come when your heart will
Heal from the lies,
Your eyes will sparkle,
Your hands will work again,
Your ears will only hear songs
And it will all be because
You waited.
Let me tell you, my darling,
True love is more than worth it.
So,
Keep your chin up.
You can't miss it.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 2:11 PM UTC
I voyaged through pink-bubble oceans
filled my nose with peppermint-sea air
spotted a sudsy blue whale
I fought through shampoo-froth rapids
with my trusty back-scrubber oar
spotted floundering soap-bottle salmon
I floated on spicy still-waters
wash-cloth water-weeds tickling feet
spotted a squawking rubber duck
I sat in chilly bath-water
scents long faded into nothing
spotted an old bobbing sponge.
Jul 23, 2010
Jul 23, 2010 at 11:22 AM UTC
harbouring virtuousity, curious to express
exhibiting, she firmly held the pen
to jot down the mystic emotion,
the exquisite dream
oblivious of the mounting stress
pouring
the dissipating words recklessly fading
confused up wit
unable to sought down, the oblivion of sleep
knew not what to indite
unable to contemplate the very dream
but thoughtfully only was such the fuddled sapidness
the psychic images ; a subtle dream
dreary eyes
thirstily awaited
till the very amnesia faded
for the sole muzzy feeling, this the only manifest
suffice the unenviable question
whence crept the feeling?
whence the love aviate?
where rested the answer?
sudden diaphanous streak
stroke sorely to the pounding wit
paralyzing her for the moment being
the sudden egest
whatever the persistent burden
gone
for now
them thoughts voyaged operosely
beyond the abyssal pupil now dwelt
the glamorous face, snowy heavenly dress..
the very words ; euphoric conversation
lasting gentle tepid touch
that had dourly crept and haunted
throughout the delusive night...
penned down
finally incurred
peace
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 1:32 PM UTC
She always tries to emulate every image that voyaged through her vision
Changing her ****** orientation characterizing it as a snazzy trend
Falsely claiming that she’s bisexual as a cover to fit the scene
Labels herself a natural person at the expense of her sanity
She crafts lacerations in ostentatious areas to gain sympathy
Shoots my point of view to hell then discards me as another victim
To foil her devious scheme to use and bruise the hearts of the innocent
Offers to shave her head not for a cure but an outrageous plea for help
Using people as pillows for her infinite barrage of tear drop artillery
Being the two-face she devil that she is she then grabs her knife
And stabs me in the back while expelling a heartless laugh from her vocals
Revealing a stone, cold soul showing not even the slightest hint of mercy
This lady and the euphoria of love are complete strangers to each other
But I refuse to take the blame for what she inherited from her mother
Attention ***** and nothing more on bended knee across the floor
As I strip her soul down to the core and make her run straight for the door
She doesn’t stand a chance against the rapture of this dreadful beast
For this beast wants to feast upon her delectably succulent meat
Now I have not a clue what realm she lives in
Or what she’s trying to ensue
But the only thing I can say is
P.S. **** You
Oct 10, 2011
Oct 10, 2011 at 4:39 AM UTC
I've missed her
Yet a love hate eccentric
All rolled up in concrete arms
That bon voyaged a thousand ships
And if it's a thousand tears
Across a thousand lips
Arousing those ghosts
In forgotten crypts
Cross my heart
Hope to live
To fight again
All I can give
And if her roads
Lead to the sea
Perhaps she might
Sail away with me
Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 11:26 PM UTC
Like cold steel on the tongue,
Inducing mind numbing headaches
when taken in excess.
But I am tempted by the allure of
the numerous colours and aromas.
They call to me like sirens on a
distant shoreline and I cannot resist.
Once tried, I surrender myself
To a taste sensation.
Like a lightning bolt surging through my body
And pinning me to the ground.
All my senses are aroused.
I have become one with the universe,
I see everything, I feel everything.
The contrast between the bone chilling
and the soft melt in your mouth
take me on a journey.
I am hurtling through the cosmos at light speed,
I witness the dawn of time,
The birth of planets and the death of a billion stars.
I voyaged beyond infinity and discovered the meaning of life.
But this journey has not yet reached its end.
For I know there is still more to see.
So I give myself willingly.
A slave to this icy temptress that is
Mint choc chip, or Raspberry ripple, or Vanilla,
or any of the other numerous flavours.
PS. Cone is compulsory
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 10:27 AM UTC
She voyaged
to the cusp of my being
as I exhaled into her
magnolia skin.
Sans chart
sans compass
she knew me by the moon
and stars only
she knew me by the tide
of my breathing
by the pull of the winds
And I fold like the waves
to her touch
and I fold like feather-tips
in the catch of her gaze
I sink under in her ocean
as wild men in a diving-bell.
and soon my
thoughts are
anchors
in the depths
of my wonder for her
and soon my
thoughts are
anchors
in the depths
of my
love of her
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 7:44 AM UTC
i have been told one million times that
love conquers all but it seems the coordinates
of my existence have never been found or
voyaged too. i thought i had found my destination
in you, i guess the atlas i used was obsolete and rotten.
i tried to sail away from you but i arrived
at stormy seas, the north star i followed burned
like your kisses, which scorched my mouth like
my first menthol cigarette. when i tried to
soar, you crashed into me like a wrecking ball.
and we came down, blaring, burning as you
touched my skin turning it to ash
Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 7:30 AM UTC
Like each blurred tree
in a roadside forest passed-
I need to write them down before I forget them.
Lost documents
in the peripheral part
of my memory-
Like each blurred tree
we pass in its roadside forest-
Each an ignored pine-
Until you slow down
and take your picture-
All the split seconds
and palpitations
and squirming sacral stirs
centered and waiting to be
arranged into love songs
and rearranged in truths.
What are these now?
What were these before?
These would come around during those moments you would only spend Alone.
In your mind-
On the drive-
Dress after dress
And tire after tire.
All the constants of Alone encourage you to go.
Go and take these variables.
---- ---- ---- ----
Equal parts synthesis and time-
Equal parts senses and pretending-
Equal parts *** and sadness-
These alone would turn your head
---- ---- ---- ----
One was its mirthful trip
Unlocking itself against the damp pearl of the sky.
No windows
and good winter-
Clouds up-
It curled into a road
and led you
and you wanted to close your eyes
and sway
with your car
along that good winter.
You voyaged romantically.
And you thought, ‘yes’-
that this was good.
And you pulled reasons from all around you
and you requested a quest
with all your favorite senses
and this allowed your
to drive down by
that lumberyard
smiling-
like an idiot.
---- ---- ---- ----
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 10:45 AM UTC
To the pursuit of knowledge,
Impervious to emotions acknowledged.
You can’t outrun toxic haulage,
With competing interests far voyaged.
Double infinity,
Forward to the unholy Trinity.
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
Sabbath 7:31am Jan 11, 2025
<•>
For later, forecast proclaims:
snow showers for much of the day,
but in our temperate clime, rarely
do we get inches or feats of accumulation,
but it will be chill enough to turn my
heavy duty “Icer” navy coat to its
whiteout version, where the flakes
individually attach themselves to
to fat fabric for self-preservation,
displaying their distinct DNA patterns of intricate crystallization artwork on a
gallery of me…
assuredly, some will attach to eyelashes
and extruded tongue, perhaps inhaled,
in nostril and open mouth, as I employ
all my senses to retain, retrain, my brain,
to walk alongside a saltwater estuary that
welcomes every flake as a long lost son and
daughter, who has returned from its prodigal global journey around the world, to melt back into a mother’s currents embrace, returning
home to my patch of briefly occupied spatial, white palatial existence
I anticipate the taste of snow to be a
multi~flavored cone, souvenirs, accrued
while globe trotting, with hints ofAsian
spices, on a riverbed of Italian red
peppery tomato sauce, the crusty
spicy fabric of the fried chickpeas of the Middle East, the cilantro stinging of Latin continents,and pretend that my nature
wetted cheeks are so because I cry & walk alone, sadness flavored, wishing I could partake of this snowy journey repast, with you by my side, for how much better would this global travelled whirlpool repast of white ice and scented airs, tastes if it could be joyfully shared
but I am by myself,
sensibly refused companionship
by others, and my
voyaged meditation now,
well ended,
well recall,
Whitman’s Song of Myself (1) conclusion:
“**You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me,
You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self**”
join me?
Jan 11, 2025
Jan 11, 2025 at 10:57 AM UTC
someone's misplaced a pear.
a sandy green one
there - between the turnips and onions.
the man in the striped red shirt
he's slapping price marks on braeburns...
your lips were hallowed ground
in aisle seven at the supermarket.
underground sundays in your arms
watching t.v. all day.
like a fog that drowns
first intentions
wandering burrs
clipping from sleeve to sleeve,
my fool flesh tried to get somewhere
our kissing touch migrated as
if we'd never even heard of the ground -
watching warped window streaks
of scattered april rainfall,
a streetlight shadow symphony
on your bedroom wall;
my rumpled exhortations constantly
shocking the angel in you.
i didn't want to stay if you left
i'd be nothing to you,
a gone face, fallen like embers
voyaged away like the waning pitch
of a siren in the nighttime,
like i never existed at all
can you tell me that i don't
have a hole in my heart...
the world is home to billions of streetlights;
it has more to do with windows
than with the pleasures of flesh.
just to look, (is often enough).
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
I
the fear on first approach-
-submerged in reflective twilight
& you think say I say I-
(the island you had voyaged once before has grown feral with age)
where cloud, charcoal mane/the scribe of uncertainty/black casper queen
charges into its young,
a battered sea/a vigilant watcher waned
(Its mercurial body, which folds through
passions innumerable)
The vestibule of Neptune, an orphic
iris seeking-
which causes torn silk of peregrine robes/
the gaelic mercy in your voice
now sinking/smoke environ
"where can I find the spirit hospital?"
howling flower!
cracked serpentine clay!
after thousand veiled dreams/
the tempest of years pulls up from roots
your cradled heart-
-to rebirth as color undefined and
carried by
curious afflictions-
II
hands, golden hands, chariot hands, holy & wild hands/animal/oracle
hands with crystallike fingertips & listening eyes
hands/fury
practiced/grasping, sweet
spectacle hands/
mountain messenger/
Charon/hands (the silver tower abandoned for faith)
-together,
guiding
newborn
bodies
(including yours and mine)
toward
antiphon
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 9:59 PM UTC
We voyaged with contented vigour,
not a second glimpse to the blackened moon.
Bodies numb, fallen stiff to the chill
beneath dim urbanity -
only the warmth of us
thawing glacial palms.
Fractured hearts ruminate,
filling scars where voids once evident.
Further the night wandered,
I embark its goading path -
tantalised in speech
from such copper-buttoned eyes;
steeped with stories
of a past torn from its flesh
and dressed to resemble me.
Our ghosts confide,
beckoned forth in rich exchange;
the currency of gilded tongues.
Stitched as testament to brick fabric,
where apparitions tucked rest;
those musty Shoreditch steps.
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 6:13 PM UTC
Distinguishing that I have this flame,
that has a blaze of shame
because of the appalling thoughts
that voyaged my fields of mind
regarding how appalling
will it be to have
your lips on mine
your shirt off and trousers as well
furthermore
I can't enlighten you on the remaining thoughts.
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 12:53 PM UTC
I have strived for years to become the perfect soul.
not in the ways that you may think, I have chosen to become cold, til the final toll, the beckoned call, I shall accept the righteous fall.
Am tied to memories of bitter cries, til my own eyes, perceived the basilisk bitter sighs, to no suprise, I will call upon the night.
Become what I must this powerful lust of a creature that is raised from dust, the calling of a shadowed bust, a skull that's faded in whitened rust.
Death is nigh for all around, but not from me, I see no ground, there will be no shedding of the tears, as I no longer will feel those that are near and will be released from any fear. Do not seek me out for only you will be found.
Destroyer upon the voyaged seas, crash upon the sirens' plea, ripped from the vessel mercilessly, as my name is called the serpents flee, against the fallens' last decree, you will never be set free.
Of desolation within prismatic eyes, a shallowed breath of discouraged sighs, I hear not the children's cries, crimson skies and broken lies, humanity will see it's demise.
Worlds appear to crumble from a chaotic sound of thunder, awakening all into eternal slumber, from your vessel I shall plunder the souls of every father, child and mother and in my wake all shall shudder as heaven and hell will be left asunder.
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 1:51 PM UTC
me into you just like a boat that voyaged but cannot be anchored
rolled and abused
drowned and ridiculed
in the middle of ocean space
not lost
but cannot go home.
the funny thing is
i hold on.
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 3:56 AM UTC
What is known as the Great Divide?
The Continental Divide, also known as the Great Divide, is one of the most iconic and essential mountain ranges in the Americas, dividing the continents in half and extending all the way from the Cape Prince of Wales in Alaska to the Strait of Magellan at the southernmost tip of South America.
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Perhaps.
I have seen the Great Divide
from 30,000 feet
and not known & appreciated
what I
had seen,
voyaged across.
For sure,
I have
watched witnessed,
crossed and embraced,
no doubt
and have breathed the new air over
our current continental divide,
though some will say it always was,
and never
disappeared
this divided country,
a deep rendering,
more a
sundering,
a shearing trench
where the state
of your statutory residence
maybe a bad bad,
color
so don’t
drink from the same
walter fountain as me,
don’t **** in any toilet
I might use,
and keep your kids far,far
away from mine
or I’ll make their corrupted minds
happily ill at ease
enough.
you get my
drift,
that’s a big
hint
go live among your “kind”
stay not my side of the line,
drift away
for I be overeager to
show you the contents of
my democratic
gun collection
oh yeah,
God Bless America
Sep 23, 2024
Sep 23, 2024 at 11:48 AM UTC
I was drifting
Which was more peaceful than the evening before
When I fell off a cliff
Never to hit the bottom.
This time it seemed like a river
During high tide
So I could not feel the rocks
Or algae-clothed depth below.
The waning sun warmed my bones
While the moon voyaged across the sky
And the stars gleamed through the leafy canopy.
There was no use opening my eyes
For I knew my surroundings well:
A bed for a boat,
A duvet for the water beneath my body,
And a pillow to row myself home.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 12:38 PM UTC