To reach you is already the pinnacle of my courage,
I can invent no more crooked paths.
What lies before you is the result of a well planned strategy;
No more ways I can find to reach the first steps of your heart.
But if my heart sings to you,
If my emotions dance chaotically before you,
I pray to unknown heavens, whoever is listening,
For you to glance into my heart.
And I am sure of my sincere emotions,
Tying you to me in a tightly knit bond.
And it is what it is,
My sincere confession to your pulsating heart.
it's like you're the earth, and I'm the moon,
I can't keep myself from revolving around you,
your orbital pull I can't quite resist
so I'll bide my time till periapsis
but on this periodic orbital trip,
my time with you I'll surely miss,
although I know that you wont stay,
our distance grows each passing day
our push and pull guide manifolds
in complex planes our boundaries wane
trajectories chaotically change
but still momentum stays the same,
perhaps this apoapsis wont
leave me choked in the throat,
i just hope your delta V,
wont tenderly escape from me,
because this two body problem,
isn't as simple as it would seem,
when we’re circling stars
in this big, wide, galaxy
When I dream, my Dreams are spiced with Sodium
That is dripping down thy Spine every time you tremble
Impossible to distinguish is the finest Darkness
From every chaotically rearranged Thread of Coal
Framing thy Face, thou, Princess descended from the Times
While Marble was still pale and the Olive wild
Acroteria still consisting just of fresh Flowers
Arranged as carefully as the inevitable Causality of our Love
it's like you're the earth, and I'm the moon,
I can't keep myself from revolving around you,
your orbital pull I can't quite resist
so I'll bide my time till periapsis
but on this periodic orbital trip,
my time with you I'll surely miss,
although I know we'll be close to one another,
we'll still end up without eachother,
but forever in this nether
you and I will spin together,
our push and pull guide manifolds
in complex planes our boundaries wane
trajectories chaotically change
because this two body problem
isn't as simple as it would seem
this anxiety always finds me when
I think of you and me
Written: December 15, 2023
_____________________________________________
It is undeniable that anguish prevails
It hovers close to a lilting voice
There are no strains to rejoice
Once the beat soars, its genesis tweaks.
Giving alms is obvious
Beyond the ethics of the tithing ritual
Coins jingle, evoking a sound
A decrease in the supply of food.
Newborns lack hearing and verbal ability
The elderly sage dresses chaotically
Elfin babies desire soft touch and warmth
Akin to their late mother's calming palm.
Completely lacking in decency
Deep, the ears were concealed
Whilst untamed jaws sow turmoil
It sinks as a modest, rusted nail.
The crowd heartily jeered
Tears fell over their faces relentlessly
Failure was diligently earned
Mass disgust reached high levels.
The whips roared with mirth
Frames grudgingly bore this duty
Correct ideals will be reinstated
Inept debt must be repaid in full.
I've been kissed by ghosts a thousand times
searching for people hidden
an aged magazine
filled in voices of shadows
blind fingers
chaotically touching the third eye
retain silence
screaming my name
caved
the fury of a tsunami wipes
last fingerprint...
who just walk past
it's not welcome on the altar
of my soul
barefoot
written first love story
the only room
for
my body
faith
purity
and
ETERNITY.
sowing a melange
of veined wafers
viridescent shavings
leaves upon leaves
chaotically neat
layered in tranquillity
for the theatrical show
of first feet
premiere wellies
curtain up at dawn
cue the early walkers
after a night’s forlorn
which unseen hand
spritely close
knitted the forest
cross-stitched floor
taking their time
perfectionist
preparing fallen
Jenga sticks
behind the scenes
but never seen
Jack in the Green
Who are THEY?
they are who are they are who they
Are who are they.
Their dastardly diabolical deeds of
disastrous devastation destroying all
Innocent concrete connected
Continental communities of cousins.
All of those nefarious negotiations
With no notions of nations they
Collude conspire cumulatively
Compute all commotion concluding
Chaotically. They caused
Catastrophic conundrums
Correlating complete cataclysmic
Conflagration capitalizing on
Continuous calculations consuming
And condemning. So ceeze the
Crime it's your shine in time!
The urge to travel,
to spread your wings and fly away,
never rooted to one spot.
never spotted on a route.
signpost now defunct,
map a feeble pointer,
direction only by one’s nose.
Intuition in ascendence,
as day and night blur anaemic edges.
Fleet of foot dream chaser,
never-ending sequence,
is chaotically just that.
Event foreman cast,
in a starry-eyed plot,
script writer of their own unique journey,
stagecoach vagrant from,
a who-knows-where platform,
speed bump skipper on a blind course,
taking the "lie" of the land.
In every sense a false scents,
trailblazer has a life of their own,
but tragically a life that both owns,
and disowns them in "equal" measure.
Time-lapse photographer flagged,
by ephemera but doesn't notice,
loop by loop square off,
under amber moonlight passage.
faraway green seeker,
bereft of halting site,
with no stop off in between,
momentum the only resting place
Your hands that searched for me for so long
took revenge and hid in my hair
shattered every persuasion
run chaotically on the neck...
so many hieroglyphs drawn on the body,
I never had!
The eyes cut from the spectrum of your lips
left on my thighs.
My breasts, as plains,
rose in front of your hands,
for you to be able
with the shameful fingers
To create space between spaces.
I went to an old seemetarry, a few night's ago you see,
I was full of charisma, colorful contemplation freely flowing through me.
The cat I seen was really full of chatter,
wrapped in a cluster of chaotic, captive matter.
The spirit's playing behind the fence, without a body to see,
as I looked across the grave yard, the only body, was me.
Then the gate flew open it caught me by surprise,
I screamed "OH JESUS" so loud, I caused the dead to rise.
The grave yard was now full of strange chaotically captive clatter,
as I stood there, in contemplation of the matter.
Seeing, and knowing the truth with understanding you see,
Wrapped in His Spirit, blessed with His anointing in me.
As the world looks on at this great chaotic clatter, I in truth I claim,
It was all done by the authority that's in Jesus'name...
Silent, piercing through the darkness
So alive with shimmering heartbeats
Stars scattered chaotically across the skies
Alive, dancing proudly under the dreamy
Moon, who breathes hope into the night
The Moon in June (Choose One of Five Forms) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
June 8, 2022
Earth can hear you
better when invited
to wisely engage,
to co-invest in healthy experiences
and wealthy images
of our mutual care
and strained
constrained neglect.
She watches
as you wonder
again
If humanity
fully defines what Earth's animals are
together on our best Earth Day
because our DNA roots grow back
into prime sacred relationship
of win/win balanced oxygen
synergizing hydrogen.
She invites us to stop
degenerating toxic alternative universes
Loser egos inside
eco-asystemic losses
Chaotically swirling
against organizing organic life
Wiped out by industrial ammonia
and disempowering bleach
Like acidic agents of Orange
with pits
and poisons
of privileged pukey Peach.
To the ground they took him,
With endless walloping punches.
They sought to drain his blood,
And make his innocent bones crunch!
They didn't realize they had the wrong man,
Nor did they really care...
Their job was to destroy,
To send him down the stairs.
Baseball bats, tire irons and bicycle chains,
Were used to chaotically disassemble this man,
Invoking perpetual pain,
For their goal; he would never stand again.
There was no time for this soul to shed a tear or an agonizing cry,
Just a glimpse into a fallen humanity, with the question, "Why?"
15-September-2021
The turning sphere of history remains without merit
Until we earn again for ourselves that which we inherit;
The open window admits the gifter and the grifter.
Passionate pages seeking to be filled with meaning,
Accept copy and paste solutions without fact checking;
The illusion’s brilliance blinds.
Freedoms won with the sacrifice of patriots inveterate
Are ceded to a siren’s song by a servile electorate;
A vote for the melody no matter the lyrics.
The anomaly becomes a tool to indict a group
By extrapolation in a never ending loop;
So many so willingly led by so few.
A kaleidoscope of human mutations vying chaotically to be begot.
Is this what six billion years of random opportunism has wrought;
*****sapiens, the symphony, played to discordant notes?
Related Poems