"wim" poems
The images of your beating heart
Fall trace inside your hazel eyes
Remnants within, breaking apart
Ripped apart, by another's lies
Your torn-up heart beats to a different rhythm
One in complete synchronicity to my own
Your emotions have jumped, going out on a wim
Now, no longer will you be left alone
For my heart beats, in response, adoring your tempo
My soul, in shock, gets lost in your intoxicating eyes
My arms, get trapped, around your voluptuous waist
And my lips, they steal, the most luscious of kisses
To drown in your eyes, would be an end most fitting
For one, like myself, who adores them finely so
To harm them, would be a crime worth a beating
I'll protect them with my life, no matter the show
To press you against me, pulling at your waist
Slender, and feminine, the most perfect of shapes
Never to be apart, stuck together with paste
Together forever, like one vine to two grapes
Before leaning in for that one special moment
When two lips conjoin, and become a whole
If broken apart, I would write a lament
To which, my life would be the eternal toll
Jan 19, 2010
Jan 19, 2010 at 10:00 PM UTC
Last night's Wim Wenders film Wings of Desire, not starring Adam
Sandler,
great in the great tradition of Metropolis, Fellini, Children of
Paradise, Ikiru, Open City.
This is not comedy though it can be funny overhearing people
thinking,
the randomness of thought, data dots, circles with dots, sadness and
silliness,
silly sadness, confusion, rarely a clear thought, not one logical
lucid progression. Deep art.
I'd like to do better than my best so far, write something with
hydroxyapatite
that won't gather dust then become dust a neuron of sweetness,
an early morning bicyclist, a lost ghost or fallen angel
any form from which death might abstain or forego appetite.
Appearing to meander from subject to subject is my practice.
Looking for solutions to the equations. Learning the changes then
forgetting them.
The expressions emanating from mortal minds are broken stamens,
sticky stigmas.
Striving for immortality,
some Spanish philosopher (who looks like Don Quixote)
says he understands and it's alright.
I will read what he wrote and probably agree
but is he immortal? Not his body, but his thoughts.
True, I say, but this also: Not his mind, but his thoughts. Unchanging
and finite. Put them in a hatbox and pass them on as heirlooms.
To overhear the secret thoughts of others. Sharing and unsharing
electrons, disrobing
and bathing. That is the purpose of poetry. Gargoyle twice. Did Wim
give each thought its own voice or use the same voice for all thoughts,
every whim.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
For a brief moment
with a pen in hand
I become god
If I choose it to be so
you’d all bend to my wim,
with every pen stroke I’ll
make brush stokes that
forge fields of dreams
that are overseen by
boundless galaxies riddled
full of stars that never
got their wishes of being wished upon,
the moon in all it’s heavenly bound glory
would set depthless ocean tops ablaze
with its luminescence and all of the beings
I create would live on the earth as if they realized
this is the only one they’ll get.
Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 4:58 AM UTC
everytime i look at you
i see your shining smile
i look into your gorgeous brown eyes
and see into my denial
i know that i love you
i know this feeling is true
i just wish you could see
how much I truely mean to you
i try to avoid the pain
of seeing myself with him
when i deeply want to be tied to you
ill dump him on a wim
sweety i would love to have
your fingers intertwined between mine
maybe you not wanting to be with me,
is only just a sign?
i tell myself to let you go
time and time again
but in the end all i do
is cry and cry like rain
tearing me slowly apart
is the thoughts that i have had
contimplating and knowing i want you, so badd
even though i wish i didnt
i know that i love you
i just wish that you could see
how much I mean to you...
Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 12:07 PM UTC
Killing myself is not an option, but killing everyone around me is.
To be honest this life is a bore.
Everyday gets harder, and each step seems further away.
Am i to give up because of the challenges?
Am i to succum to their wim?
Bow like a servant and bark like a dog?
Believe their hypocrital lies and apply them to my life?
Do they wish to chain me with their instructions?
Tell me to behave when they're the ones breaking every commandment with no remorse.
Tell me to respect while they judge us for our past mistakes and point fingers while we pass.
Am i to be what they want me to be? Or be free.
Sep 17, 2010
Sep 17, 2010 at 8:50 PM UTC
The Person who provokes thought
should brace for an onslaught/
I know thats what I said
Ten thousand hours I practice patients/
Now I'm weightless/
Was a slippery slope thus I stuck to the basics/
This Express I deliver the Galaxy Ispaceship/
My literature literally comes from the lesson of Thoth/
Scholarship cold calls
At least thats what I thought/
At most I didn't think/
Wim Hof
An idiot servant at being an idiot of course/
The source combined it/
The science in God
Gods in the Science/
Engineered every mind at its finest/
Resolve Nothing to prove/
I was intelligently ignorant
I didn't know what I couldn't do/
Such bliss
Some one stop please stop me/
Im off in a corner trying to understand fibonacci/
Lock key and throw it/
I'm not leaving this **** room until I know it/
Pardon My French
If you notice/
A consumate contemplater yes I lament/
OK i'm bracing.
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
Full-moon light
Can create
Frightening and
Disturbing shadows that seem
To shape-shifting at a wim
As I walk the halls to get the bathroom
The full-moon exposes
The darkness of the corners
But yet the corners of our minds too
As I see these shape shifting
Shadows turn from evil
To horrific
I wish I stayed in my room
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 4:21 PM UTC
Quiet nights
Whispered days
Outlandish sights
Peculiar maze
Tazed in by sun and the moon
Spooky goblins
Ghoulish freaks
Roam and prowl
The steadied caves
Kooky beings
All misbehave
Tranced by idols
Turned from God!!!!
Blaspheme love
Tis they do
Seeketh romance by phones
Back away like shrews
Kills one souls
Plots none muse
Muse is gone
The suns went down
Harrowing he feels
Writing scribes
Sick of all the same
Tis wants to die
Suicide not by choice
Lifts his head in all rejoice
Because he knows what he seeketh is right around the bin
No more fairy taled wim
Whimsical laughs
No more grins
None more waiting
On a dream
None more screams
Nor false delight
None more worries of bedtime fright
None more fights
Now all is right
Lost his mind
Gaveth his soul
Plundered down to stage six of hell
Wherein chaperones giveth ringing bells
Steps to God
God to appeal
Forgiveth one in time surreal
No more distasteful needing and wanting words
The I love thou's shalt no more heard
He's lost his touch
He's lost his cure
Giveth up all
Forgotten the world
Paintings he shalt go on in
Be like the greats of archaic sin
Handstroke brushes to pull him in
He's done
Oh my
He's done!!!
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC
drugi zór sie ma w gębie - prosty chłopie -
a nie: w gwle!
a ten pierw: w glebie...
czeka czeka... gdzie ja?
smród mi od: sau-sau-dzes -
tymian?
ni wim... albo: bins!
widze sikha! to chyba
anglia! ale tylko chyba?
nie... naprawde: napewno!
oi ty! polaczek polaczek...
patrz! na wygnaniu: ja!
bym osmrodził swy bogaty
naród układem, tym:
leze... no to leze: i niet winikati!
od roku 1945, i jan pawlik drugi...
tu ani koran... ani ta jebana "ewangelia"
tzn. kłamstwo! pierdolony
da nogi nawet, by skubać tego hebrajskiego
huja!
masaz? masaz? pyrhh!
huja tobie!
i temu i tej golgocie, czyli... miejsce kości...
tzn. tym kościołom! jak marcin luter!
ogłaszam bankructwo tym instytucją;
ale tak naprawde? jednym słowem?
spier.... dalaj:
sam se wsadź swój, w swą dupe!
tanz! tanz! tanz dann...
dann tanz!
lassen uns
auferstehe die tot.
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 9:50 PM UTC
Deep in the endless darkness
Passing by the snapping jaws of my enemies
Raving mad and craving my blood
Endless sorrow radiating off of me
Wishing it was over
The never ending pain
Slowly killing me
I mustn't let them wim
Must keep going
They can not
Will not
Must not
Ever win
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC
da swabian a saxon?!
nein!
then we sorted out
a prodigy
of world war two
and a calculation:
of komora-morda
tank-engine-"room"-gob:
as a "father"
i tell you:
keep it strict,
the rest remains
under the "brigade"
of a "journalism"...
da contra dać....
i to byt...
kres,
tym-tam kreska...
nic i nić...
dwie lewe
a raptem dwie
pary sznurówek...
kto?
ten gra
i tym szeptem: ochota;
blud: pizda,
a tym wart: wilk.
o grybo branie: borowik,
ciota, rz...
tzn. kurka:
kurva yego mac.
no kurva: czytajem yem
ten lady...
blad...
błąd! błąd!
lady? 'krajnem?
kurva ni wim szto!
'yba 'udy, p.s.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 10:15 PM UTC
Aspire to respire
Find a frame from deep beneath
Calm the calling to concede
Push beyond lessons learnt
Grown in ways
which blood can't reach
Silent whispers in rhythmic beat
Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 8:13 PM UTC
October 11, 2017
10 AM
Take me to the sea
The calmness, sometimes tumultuous waters, I want to see
Envelope me with its waves
Jump with me, let's welcome the waves
Blue is the color or sadness
Green is the nature of freshness
Emerald green is the color of material things
Light blue, different shades of beings
These are the colors I want to see
The colors that the sky reflects abundantly
The tides go high and low
The waves move fast and slow
I want to swim against the tide
I sometimes want to walk, even stride
Wait, I do not know how to swim
But I want to give in to this very wim
Just look at the birds
Flying above the sand
Crossing seas, rivers, and oceans
Kiss my skin with the warmness of the sun
Embrace me with sea salt and give me a tan
The color of life, activity and fun
Squeeze some lemon on my hair
Rub it, have the sun penetrate every hair strand
It will give life to jet black fiber
Just enough to give me a sunshower
Let's raft together and cross the other side
Under the bridge, across the big wide sky
Oh, please...
Take me to the sea
Let's watch the sunrise, sunset
It will cause this fatigue, its demise.
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 10:05 PM UTC