"whirpool" poems
I shalt taketh her to the tadpole galaxy
Than to hoag's object
Than we shalt bypass the whirpool galaxy
Than onto sombrero's bright swirl.....
Than onto the pinwheel galaxy
Wherein we shalt be its pinballs,
Than up against the blackness of God's curtain of the universe abroad.... Onto the Andromeda, LMC to, than the milky way, earth's creational dust brew....
Bode galaxy shalt open us, to terrace of the aura, I shalt swayeth with mine home (mi amour') of distant mascara....
Yet she needeth no mascara, for her eye's art already arousing, **** elegant picture's, a model made in birth, her poetic stature's daily groweth bigger....her look's art a trigger, to take thee to thy face, making thee SEEITH dream's of thing's of holy grace!!!! An elegant being, with the spirit of an eagle, she soar's me to planet x, she's pure.....
The opposite of evil!!!!!!
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 11:12 PM UTC
A wisp of smoke in the wind,
With the first grasp it is gone;
Lost as a figment to the imagination’s whim
The scriptures upon my tongue
Held within for fear
Locked up as if we both were unaware-
As if there were no Charybdis,
******* and yearning at the ocean,
For one small glimmering ship upon the horizon-
And, of course,
This horizon I doubt I will ever reach.
A symbol upon the light,
Who am I to touch the stars
So far, so bright,
That I may become one among them
And frolic in the shimmering pools of the sky
As if I were a god among men
As if I could achieve a dream-
Yet in spite of the chaotic
Swirling whirpool below me
I hold on,
As if that wisp of smoke would rise-
As if that ship on the horizon
Would hear my plea
And rescue me.
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 11:13 AM UTC
You are made of stone.
Like a two inch wide
twenty feet tall
sand castle on a raging shore.
I watch your sandy atoms scatter home
into the oneness of our infinite beachhahhhh
I forget you.
I watch the horizon brighten
And the ocean whisper
as I remember
You are everything.
You rise from the edge of the world
form the tide grabbing my ankles
You form the tide grabbing my ankles.
and in your rashness
you blur my past steps
so I have no path but forward.
No path but forward.
Forward.
With the occasional glance side ways into your depths.
You swell beside me.
Sit inside me always
Shorely whispering surely everlasting songs of passion passing swift and splashing me in your inspiration.
Dawn of myself
exists in stationary
and centering my universe of me.
Seeking to know thee.
Thy thoughts lost to drink in the
sky
Heaven.
The spacious...
Where my wishes fall from your body forming gracious
images I create from the ways you impress me.
**********
my whirpool heart.
Connecting.
And still
I forget you.
Forgetting.
But then you speak through
everything
and I can't help listening.
Your voice.
The faith with in
a choice to take part
and heal our separateness.
You whisper
I remember.
And as I see yours.
Our body's depth
I am terrified
or exhilarated by the weight of it.
Shake in the waves of it.
I have come home to stay.
You sit
within me no longer.
Yeah because where your songs once were
now you stir.
And sing endless shhhhhhh
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 8:51 PM UTC
On the wire,
A message lost.
A voice forgotten,
A desire caught on fire. . .
This is where the good things end,
this is where happiness is bent.
where apathy creates a strong vortex,
that we are ****** in this whirpool
of hate and alibis.
maybe 'tis the right time to realize,
it's not really a surprise,
when lust and love decelerates,
and when pain and apathy accelerates.
Mar 18, 2010
Mar 18, 2010 at 6:33 PM UTC
In a ceramic concave
Take one cluckfart and beat
Add a cup and a half of moojuice
mix with a whirlpool motion
Then find beaten crushedvwheat
add two cups
mix with a whirpool motion
discover sweet cyrstals add 1cup
mix with a whirlpool motion
find and turn on heatslabtop source
put metal pool on heatslabtop source
add a dab of solid yellow moojuice
allow to liqiufy
pour in a measure of whirlpool mix
to create a babylake,
add some bluejuice spheres
or some monkey smilebars
listen for sizzle, watch for bubbles
take a babylake flipper and flip
the babylake so both sides cook evenly
place babylakes on ceramic circle
and repeat the process
dab of yellow moojuice
pouring the babylake mix
so on and so forth,
until ceramic circle is full or
you run out of whirlpool mix
sit at eating tree, with ceramic circle.
if you wish, add the juice of the maple
or tears of the sour yellow leather fruit
to your share of the babylakes
and then consume......and feel
your tummy muscles smile
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 11:30 AM UTC
Trapped in a whirlpool by the same force that spins galaxies.
Foreseen futures through
scratched looking glass tragedies.
Gods move mice over icons on screens
flashing fashion scenes
Laws by has beens broken since
Macavity defied gravity,
tisk tisk,
the raw authority in my reality is risky
business
authored while the milky ways chalice leaks,
drip dripping...
...until it gets deeper into
black hole mystery
matching the cast of cats, no info,
can escape from it,
simply
no nymph wants to mate with me
stardust guts split,
they always run away from me
as if I was armed in armor wrapping
like a King, recent mummy
limping out the crypt sounding creepy
like steven king singing country.
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 4:23 AM UTC
You were the ever deep blue destructive tides crashing into my ever crumbling moss covered walls over a mythical lilac sky
Breaking me down to my core ripping away the moss breaking down the stones as if you didn't know they would fall to ruin under your ever growing waters drowning deeper and deeper into deafing silence struggling, gasping for a single breath of air hoping you might pull me out
But the memories of tired brown eyes behind thin glasses to your lightly calloused finger won't let me leave
Once our souls mixed and became a tricolored whirpool of emotions only to fade into calm water before the storm knowing our "love" was being washed away and never finding shore
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 8:26 AM UTC
Night's amore, dark wings galore, people running through the streets. Everyone dies alone.
Running from the fear, as if it'll save our souls. The church bells of hope no longer sound, the violins of death are now abound. Shadows lull us to sleep, but if we do, our souls will no longer be ours to keep.
Run child, run. It'll do you no good. Run child, run. Maybe you'll find the sun.
Doves are colored black, ravens die white, people bleed red but I'm still in my bed. Romance was born, romance was rotten. The love of our parents was all but forgotten.
This world is coming to an end. This chaos is reigning, reality's bending, my mind is just shredding. I can't think in this pool of black. We all need truth, but that's the very thing we lack. My mind's a whirpool of crazy, but everyone else is just too lazy.
Run child, run. This world is overrun. Run child, run, go find the midnight sun. Run child, run. Don't you dare look back. Run child, run, don't you dare leave just to cry.
This world's become a megalomaniac. I can't bare to see you lie. Can't bare to see you slain, see them reign.
Run my child, run from the sane. Run my child, run from the humane. Run my child, run, from the dark rain.
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 9:29 AM UTC
To the man in my life:
Like shards of broken glass scattered across the tiled floor – I feel shattered
A surge of emotions came rushing in my mind, I slowly drowned in the whirpool that is my sickening ideas
I couldn't see the light at the end of the tunnel and hopelessness cloud my thoughts
Then suddenly a tiny pop signifying the salvation of a broken and fickle boy came
A television of black and white has suddenly been given life
The sound of static has been replaced by the sound of hope
Thank you to all the Gods of all the heavens
Ever grateful I am for the man of my dreams that he came – he came to the rescue of my lonely self
If ever this was a dream then I'd rather sleep my eternal rest
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC
Two years, you spent eyeing
Those boots on your feet
Finally, you got them
One week
Before bootcamp
This morning,
You wore a cap without a tassle
And a tie full of flags
Our nation's colors
Bled through your gown
So stand now,
Beneath this pool hall light
So I can memorize
That crooked swirl in your hair
Little black whirpool
I never knew was there
"I never knew my hair was this dark,"
You told me, once
"Until I left California"
Sometimes I forget
You left your mother and surfing
And picked up bass fishing
And skate boarding
A few friends
And shooting pool
And now you're leaving this
To learn to shoot a rifle
Seventeen and you already
Know how to live
Congratulations
Farewell
My favorite Marine
You hug me
And you smell like cologne
And after two years
Of knowing you in Carolina
I don't know why
That surprises me
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 9:55 PM UTC