"zapping" poems
i hate the feeling
electricity zapping
panic rising up
elephant sitting
when you have to breathe to live
but breathing kills you
frantic brightness fills
my eyes become not my own
this rollercoaster
the ride is rising
imminent crescendo comes
makes my brain explode
frantic morphs into
the manic part takes over
breath is optional
heart racing pumps blood
this is my brain not on drugs
**** this high on life
is this how he felt?
fragmented thoughts shooting pain
in constant motion
he was bi-polar
only 26-years-old
manic made him shoot
powder burns gaping
bullet isn’t only a word
it’s self-inflicted
is this how he felt?
ghosts collide with memories
make sense make sense again
is this how he felt?
i can’t get out of my head
south polar-trapped north
reality shifts
welcome to my Upside-Down
make this go away
perspective shifted
shattered doesn’t begin to
put name to sorrow
i miss him so much
every breath i take is laced
knowledge of absence
i welcome the pain
i feel him trapped inside me
can i do this life?
my world has shattered
i will never be the same
**** this time and place
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 12:41 AM UTC
Rap is crap
Can be written while napping
By simply slapping words like zapping
Up alongside trapping and wrapping
And suddenly you’re a rap star
Driving an expensive car
And before your coffee is cold
You are draped with gold
Maximum bling
But it doesn’t mean a thing
Other than money because honey
If your ‘song’ lyrics are still known.
When ten years are blown by
And you are no longer a famous guy
Whose words are forgotten
It is because they are misbegotten
And liked by the current batch of airheads
Who think this is music when instead
It’s a beat they can feel in their feet
And if they don’t read the words
Printed in the album, what is heard
Is a lot of screaming and percussion
Not worth discussion in Billboard.
Someone could cut the microphone cord
And all anyone could hear would be drums
And the audience spilling their beer,
And nothing worth humming;
Lyrics for the dumbing down of the race,
A major entertainment disgrace
That destroys the ears and means nothing
That will ever be revered like Sinatra
Elvis or The Beatles have done.
It may be number one today
But when time passes away
It will be nothing but the shouts
Of a bunch of untalented louts
To an audience one has to fear
Was born with a tin ear.
Brent Kincaid
6/1/2015
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 10:52 PM UTC
i can feel his words
like water
on my skin
dripping between my fingers
i feel them sway
and ripple when i touch
yet pouring into my bloodstream
my soul
he's thunderous
electrifying
zapping me with emotions
i never knew the names of
his movements are a breath of fresh air
carrying whispers in the breeze
and yet he packs his things
and leaves with the seasons.
Feb 13, 2022
Feb 13, 2022 at 7:59 PM UTC
thrumming bass pumps into my body
an electric pulse, thumping through my bones,
zapping my veins and frying my nerves
creating static as the golden drops pour into my ears
hair flying around my head in a wreath of hell
the speakers sing
*I'm ****** up, I'm black and blue. I'm built for all the abuse. got secrets that nobody knows. I'm good on that ***** **** I dont want what I can get. I want someone with secrets that nobody knows. I need a gangsta, to love me better, than all the others do...*
a tech hum fills my body
bodys sliding in tune with the tempo
hands run on hands run on back and thighs
the song croons with delectable bass
got me up so im barely breathing...
fingers trace my neckline and I bend with the notes
eyes closed hands clasped swirling in a mob of people,
all surging with the beat
the energy is high, and seeping in through my skin
i drink it all in
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
Let's be real...
Can a Libra love?
Oh **** here she comes
Her essence is next to
the sweetest dove
I've found her innocent
Disposition's only a trick
Little games she creates
Then gets too bored to ****** finish
She said, "well what's the point of even fishing,
When I had caught the only fish who ever made me seem smitten.. The only time I spit
I LOVE YOU and actually meant it
To this day, I still wait
For it to say
A certain sentence
One so significant, so genuine
Deep down, I know it won't
So it mother fuckin' goes
I won't forget the time you told
Me that I didn't love you only loved the mold/ I sculpted
In my broken skull cap
As if you were just a ghost that
I didn't understand each tiny lil piece and couldn't read your atoms, just as easily, as I could breathe
You'll never fully believe this
I mean it's, awfully gd sad
So how bout **** you buddy
Truth is, I can't love after that...
I Keep imagining the laughs
And All these flashes of magic
I never thought I had
I learned from you and yearned
For the few visits that I did get
Though most are
Mad moments I'll forever cherish
In all fairness I thought you
Should be taught a lesson too
Let you Stare off, sullen
not aware of what you do
He stomped my heart like a bug
Then proceeds to make an art
Of zapping my synapses
& harvesting my counterparts
(But Why though? You try and hide those /mighty ******
high hopes you have)
To build yourself a new start"
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 12:47 AM UTC
Softly...
even here
the winds of change...
breeze through.
Destiny...
and history...
are turning...
Cogs in place.
*Hell...it actually feels like
... 1968!*
The Hippies
have all grow old
and are now
the voting majority.
Think about it...
They're rolling a doobie...
and affecting real change...
one organic, patchouli soaked
volunteered,
re-purposing project
after another.
The "big picture"
is simply a poster...
cut into small bite sized
puzzle pieces...
we are all skirting the edge...
still unconnected.
It is the age of...
focusing, clearly...
on purpose
and integrity.
The storm is clearing...
and insight,
has an electrical charge...
zapping us all
into action
into submission
into our future...
The message
thunders clearly...
and resonates succinctly
and justly...
Calling for us all
to...Do...
"What you CAN DO...
purposefully for-going...
whatever it is,
that you CAN"T DO"
"I AM"
becomes...
We are...
Maternal society yearns...deeply
waiting for it's turn
not asking permission...
Just doing the next right thing...
and taking the steps
necessary...
To be seen...
far past equal...
On the edges
of unnoticed
Dropping labels
and be recognized
for what I bring to
the table...
not whom.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC
I'm the fire of his afterthought,
the spark of guilt that lit his
soul on fire
that blazing innocence
around
his eyes
when he smiles
I stick tongue in his ear
in devilish voice
of seduction
whisper in heated
breath what I'm gonna
do to him,
one lick of heat
he flitters like a moth
to flame flickering in
and out breathing my
name; I got game, when
I make him holler in vain
he's tamed; sweet
as a kitten licking and
dipping in fiery pit,
as I allow him to suckle
a little *** having a fit,
mind bound in illusions
wrapping lips around
wanton conclusions
I leave him delusional as
I whip with lust; blowing
his mind just so, I can
control him as I allow him to
leave nibbling teeth marks
tonguing wetness
back to front upon
silkiness of skin,
delving into
softness of elusive
innocence;
still whispering words,
igniting fires of
desirable passion
as he's gasping for
breath between wet
thighs...yes I sighed
as each word and lick
fell between each
soft petal dripping
with his tenderest
touch caught as I
squeezed and teased,
the heat of his
passion blew flames
in and out of petalled
mouth, zapping any
thoughts of guilt;
sipping sweet nectar
seeking political
asylum as a defector
tasting his way south;
dribbling and mouthing
in hunger on bended
knee's to forever
please me as
he walked beside
me collared on leash;
in beggary silently
still ********** me
melting away each layer
with every lick of my
whip; he adored me
with his touch, as I,
his ebony skinned
Mistress whipped
his mind into
submission;
bending him
to my will
**** he
thrilled me
as I played
him like
a
fiddle,
he
dribbled
into
my
fiery
pit
in
which
he
was
well
equipped
so,
I
allowed
him
to
dip
with
his
flaming
hot
wick...LICKED
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 4:32 AM UTC
I was enjoying the bright moonlight,
Rambling about the starboard,
Rambling about the starboard,
I let my memory go stray backwards.
My ship glided through the calm sea,
Cleaved through brief obfuscate,
Cleaved through brief obfuscate,
My ship exited into the starry waters.
And you will never believe what I saw,
I saw my spirit lifted from me,
I saw my spirit lifted from me,
My body falling dead on starboard.
Out of the body, my spirit wandered,
It wandered furthermore,
It wandered furthermore,
I hope they would cremate my body.
I want to reach your Kàìláshà
Rescue me, my Shiva,
Rescue me, my Shiva,
They reach you through the land.
I shall reach your realm gliding,
Receive me, my Shiva,
Receive me, my Shiva,
Zapping through the night sky.
Your Yamaraj reaches closer,
May they stay happy, my family,
May they stay happy, my family,
Let them move on peacefully.
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 6:09 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
Looking at you I see a lifelong flicker
incubating my heart with its warmth
zeppelins fall before this beauty.
You look at me, and I see our friendship grow
onwards into the night sky, and our time is
unending yielding the fruit of mechanical bliss.
Arriving at our destination I see you now.
Rocking back and forth; your heart in your hands.
Enchanting the room with your spiritual show.
Actually perhaps my feelings were premature,
maybe we'll be friends forever
and I can call your name from my dark light house.
Zapping to life the bitterness held
inside of my sad and miserable little chest.
Now, I close this poem with one last line.
Goodnight, and thank you for being you.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 2:27 AM UTC
I’m on my last nerve
and your standing on it
my mood needs to swerve
like zapping a zit
my mouth needs to curve
but I’m down in a pit
I’ve lost my verve
vanished my wit
my bed I crave
from this day I quit
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 8:27 AM UTC
Blood filling the sternum
Of the work horse grown old
The rusty iron of an old train yard
Stagnate pools of ancient prosperity
Fill the scene of yesterday's tomorrow
Instead of futuristic gizmos
Zapping up our daily needs
We worship a silly piece of paper
Watching the ruins around us fade away
Instead of helping one another
Stand from a nasty fall
We fill our pockets with jingling candies
Trying to sweeten our sour lives
Instead of being the beacon of hope
The self proclaimed city on a hill
We watch the struggles around our walls
And laugh at the ones within
A day of reckoning is soon to come
With it we all fade to dust
A rebirth is in store
But it will not bring new life
Only more death and struggle
Because Lady Liberty only holds her torch
Shines upon her own achievements
And leaves others in the dark
Wheezing, she stumbles upon a notebook
Coughing the blood of her own horse
Rusting away like her prosperity
She reads of what she learned a day ago
But forgot for today
She awakes in a cold sweat
Still torch in hand
Will she have learned to shine towards others
Or will she only brighten herself?
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 9:34 PM UTC
**** **** **** ****
Fuzz through the brain
Zapping pain
Through icy passages of panic
Swell, flow, overflowing
With pain, doubt, hate, anger
****
Breathe in, Breathe out
Think about the seat
The air, it's cold
My ears ring
Count from 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...
Walls are getting closer, life squeezes
God's cruel fist crushes
Air from my lungs
Thoughts from my brain
LET ME ******* GO
Why am I so broken and insane sometimes?
The ocean draws near in my ears
The shore creeps close, the tide stalks through my canals
Air, water, rushing, getting louder
Pounding, ******* pounding
Someone save me please.
-the claustrophobic mind
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 3:07 PM UTC
Ode to bill
What a thrill
He makes me laugh till my voice is shrill
I don't need a happy pill
When his face is forcing mine to smile against my will.
Groundhogs day
What a play
On how I feel everyday
Repeating time until it strays
To be the same thing in every way.
What about bob?
Can't you see?
He's making me smirk at MY mental instability.
Baby steps
Fake Tourettes
Getting under someone's skin
And yet
Being loved by all the rest.
Who am I going to call
For the busting of ghosts?
I know a number to dispose
Bill has this **** on lock
As he sarcastically lifts his stock
Of zapping tools and his beige frock.
Zombieland
Of course he stands
Among the living and the ******
Smoking up with strangers is grand
And replaying his films best moments.
In real life
He appears in random sight
Stealing fries and giving love advice.
Too careless to live up to the lime light
Using his fame to live an extraordinary life.
Oh bill Murray
You're a champ.
I hope to adopt your perspective rants
Make my mind go full blast
Of being the best at being lax.
Monotone and so relaxed
I'd buy him a shot if I had the chance
Tequila despite everyone else's request
Your bar tending skills are still the best.
Feeling laughter rise in my chest
Just keep doing what you do
No one else can contest.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 11:23 AM UTC
We are the wild cats
We are the black winged ones
We are the light soaring ones
We are the free ones
The jungle vine swinging ones
With deep souls of fiery passion
We are the howlers
the grizzly sizzly growlers
Prowling our desires
We are yearning with an ancient burning
We are fire
Sacred fire
Untamed fire
We are risers
We are seekers
We are destroyers
Wanderers
We are the branch twisting
Tongue hissing
Cackly
Wild
Wild ones
Roots that tear rocky granite open
To stretch into the innermost
To reach into the bubbly
molten lava
Core
Of our cardinal sins...
="$%+=-Lightening$%$-#="
Electric galaxies
Zapping through veins of static hair
We are the witch sisters
Stormin' swarmin' transformin' explorin' roarin'
Stirring up a *** of sinister magic
We are the atrocious
We... are the wise
We are the... ruthless
We are...
A different kind of guardian
We are cats
Hungry
So, so hungry with longing
For the deep, deep,
Soul quakin'
Earth shakin'
Rumbling
Mountain movin'
Screaming volcanic eruption
Of untamed Passion
We are the ones
who caught hold of the sun,
left flaming
in our courageous hands.
We are
Restless hearts with lighted torches
Who shall run
For centuries upon centuries
Carving
our feet into the soil
We are the feathered tips
That wing into the crying sky
We are the ripe
Youthful
Laughing ones
Jovial
Free ones
The adventurers
the adventerous
The unquenchable
The mysterious
The stalking
The silent
The Venomous,
whose bite
will make you one of us,
Thirsty
So
so
very
Very Thirsty..
We are blood lustin'
***** stompin'
Vampires
With never ending desire
We are the cape wearing
Dracula
With flaring bats
We are absolutely MAD!!
MAD MAD MAD
to the bone!!!
And...
...all alone...
Scaring away those afraid
Of what lies at the centre
of that storm
Oh but we primordial spirits know
We have been versed in this dance
We have sung these songs
We have spun these flames
and
Even if
we cannot fathom,
Our bones shall unwillingly guide us
Pull us
to that place,
To the center
Of this storm.
For that is where
the truest light exists.
There lies,
The absolute,
The unquestionable,
The silent
Mother.
She waters our fires
(A gentle sizzling hum),
She melts us,
into her soothing oceans.
We are ( I say in earnest whispers) the wild ones
who run
run
run
run
naked
until starry eyed skies
make love
to daybreak
And
raspy sunrises
fold over yawns
Like soft warm blankets
Kittens once again
Bathing in the great
and
mighty
womb
Of all
creation.
Bathing...
in the
Ethereal
bliss
Of
Silence.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
I knew a girl who was as highly strung
as Blanche Dubois
She had a sweet soul,
one of the last real ones perhaps:
vibrant and compassionate, any time of day.
I offered her the cure
to her constant plight
and once she let it in,
it eased her zapping mind.
But the brain still relentlessly
swishes
and
swallows
every good thought in her domain,
until it’s coated
in an atrocious slime.
‘Anxiety,
go for a holiday’
I heard her chanting one afternoon
from mid-battle ground...
You got wheels
Come pick up the cure
Feel the peace beneath your feet
It’s always been there honey,
You just gotta let it
paint your landscape: bright.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 7:56 AM UTC
The leaves on the tree outside my window get bigger by millimeters,
And the umami delight of marmite on crumpets is comforting and luscious,
One eye shut because the sun if filling it with heat and light,
This way I can still read my book in the sun,
These joys,
These small joys,
Which you have to take note of, you must,
Are endless;
Cold beer zapping my tongue like electricity, zing zing,
Dippy eggs with toast crunchy and eggs runny , salt flecked across the top,
Coconut hand-cream rubbed between each finger and thumb meticulously,
Music pouring through rooms into the flat and lilting in and out of earshot from outside, inside, next door and my radio,
Sparrows with their endless cheep cheeping,
Steam from strong black tea, gilded with rose, warming my hands nose and stomach,
The tiny hairs on raspberries, so soft and the juice so ****
Plans to go no where, somewhere, the pub! A river! A farm! On a train! On a boat! On a bus!
Candles which pack the room full of floral, honeyed scents,
Crunchy apples,
Flaky pastry,
Warm bread,
The tsssssssttt when you open a can of Coke,
Lemons, just lemons,
The bbzzzz bbzzzz of my phone carrying I love yous, and for ***** sakes,
You have to take note of these joys, you must,
Because when I think about 16 women dead by lovers hands,
I feel I've hollow bones,
I need the beer, eggs, hand-cream, music, sparrows, lemons and bbzzzz, tea, bread, pastry and plans to keep me upright,
And I send thoughts of dippy eggs and lemons to those without.
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 11:54 AM UTC
Oh the joy, the seduction
The thrill of cocoa in my mind
It has to be the milky sort
I am not keen on the dark kind.
It is not velvety enough
does not quite melt in the mouth
not quite my cup of tea
although they both travel south.
But it is the taste of liquid Heaven
melting slowly on my tongue
Then a waterfall of delight
Is that so very wrong.
I love chocolate
always have and always will
If this cures all sorts of things
Marvellous - I will have it in a pill.
I think it does, it cures my thoughts
Comes complete with a big fat hug
and that is sometimes all we need
Zapping and taking care of any bug.
If you are depressed it will pick you up
wrap its chocolatey arms around you
tell you things are going to be okay
It will do whatever it needs to do.
I am in my special little place
nice and warm, my toes are curled
My little fingers opening a bar of treasure
and I am in my own little chocolate world.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 1:24 AM UTC
Her messy hands make magic pencil
Like holy Gods make worlds
And I know she will someday draw my universe--
My universe
All stars and no suns,
Always so far-- too far
Too cold
My cold hands on her warm chest
Cold hands, warm heart
But my love keeps me warm
Warmer than goose-down coats and wool socks
So much static
So much friction
So many sparks--electricity, zapping
And I am patchwork-quilted memories in her creators' hands
Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 9:24 PM UTC
The claps
Explode inside my ears, thundering blanks of noise
The cheers and chatter
Whispers
Mutters
Rush into my ears like seawater, and I can't help but drown...
Static.
Static everywhere, wires zinging and zapping,
Skewer my brain and blend it into froth
Pouring out of my eyes as I squeeze them shut.
And as the frost rushes through my spine, into my lungs,
Curling its claws around my throat,
My screams for silence are just that.
Feb 20, 2025
Feb 20, 2025 at 5:38 AM UTC
Precious drop of Jupiter
fall gently from the sky
dripping off the ripe flesh of life
pooling and then drizzling down
Creating ripples throughout time
filling up a bottomless glass of life
turning oceans into thoughts
flowing to the rhythm of time
Gazing into the depths of infinity
morphing into jewels of the Galaxy
bursting with bright energy
gleaming eyes reflecting depths that cannot be reached
Pillars of dusts gathering to form an identity
sizzling dreams zapping into reality
creating comets of wonderment
squeezing out hard the pulp of life
Gazes seeking to find the truth
Truth in life, in humanity
seeking to swallow my conscience up whole
engulfing me into several different paradoxical lives
Creating something from nothing
making you think deeper than you ever have before
circling in on itself to ***** out the glow
wasting away that glass life of infinity
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 8:22 AM UTC