Because I'm a Poet - A Poetry Thread

Hi. :) :)

_Part 1

It has been placed in us to be great.
We put it there ourselves.
Upon arriving to the Destination
Our journey begins,
And our senses come alive
Smelling Creation, Seeing Creation, Touching Creation,
Feeling it all in outward motion
The waves behind the boats
Leaving endless bitter ebbs
Cresting up & back into itself
Crashing into a new beginning
The old being consumed by the new
As the snake would eat its own tail.

_Part 2

The curvature of the galaxy
Tilting towards this Neanderthal, forcing the DNA
To fire
The smoldering consummation of atomic sex
Creating new atoms
That rebuild the entire face of history.

Last Edited by ElectricKoolaid on 06/03/2013 11:00 AM

very nice
JMA

it's in the most hidden spaces
the emptiness where everything is
possible
and nothing isn't new
it's in the underlying traces
the fullness of grace and of
you
in the mirror on my wall
it's in the catchment of breath
the uplifting heavy need
omnipresent
ever wanting it's own seed
to flower
it's in the lover's eye
the corner and the blink
the search light beacon always
never stopping
always there
and where are we now my stranger
where were we then my friend
will fire danger the shore
where water calls for more
heat
more direct need
to steam
to meet
us the looking ones
with our eyes closed
and our toes
just beginning to get wet.


hi EK. hope everything about you and your poetry is wonderful these days. thinking of you.

DAMN YOU'RE GOOD! Uhhhh...want.

Tonight the incantation began
Thunderstorms gathering around the firepit
Steely-orange flame
Blanketing the air, chariots of gasps
Arise, fuming
Like mummified corpses tethered to the chant
Twisting fully out into darkness.

Last Edited by ElectricKoolaid on 06/06/2013 10:48 AM

(Three powerful words
The jet-fuel of language
Burns hotter each day)

Passionate absence of the mind-built daydreams
Wanton love peers out from the Heavens
The word lithely wraps itself around us
Lights inside us building in brightness
The smell of her carried from the East
Salty remnants of matter on my tongue

(Four missing moments
Memorized poetics
I can feel the iron climb)

Yesterday, we came out divided
Sandbars separate – disconnected waves
I dip into the air, waiting for her to jump
And snatch her in my claws.

(Five months of the war
Battle-hardened
The rescue mission begins)

"thunderstorms gathering around the firepit"

the image is so striking that i can feel it
even smell it
i hear it
and watch it disappear "out into the darkness"

it's like when a piece of art , so fully performed, leaves an audience with their own silent moments before the applause begins. applause!!!!!

raining and red

oh my sabat morning
raining and red
raining and red on top of my head
in my pot to boil
simmer down
the edges
so the fledglings
might take flight
and alight on the light
of higher ground

tempering the red
with a course of turquoise
and a green frog with magenta heart spots
and a pink underbelly
go ahead oh tempestuous winds
send all of my spices sailing
round about the railroad track
late at night deep in black
seed me so tightly
in the brown fertile ground
where footprints left me
to follow
allow me to see
where his ocean meets my shore
and so much more than that
...so stand back...
for the tempering of the red
and the rest that already follows...

The Nuances of 3 A.M.

Fed from her breasts
She tucked his chin downward
Exposing him to her,
In this beautiful rutting
Of exchange.
The room grew warmer
In a vacuum of peace
And swarm of wild air
I heard his lips pull gently from her
Doe-eyed
Gazing up at Mother
In this timeless memory
That is drawn from her.
Could I ever hope to have this for myself?
The pallor in her cheeks grow red
Life refills the arid fasting
Of this woman –
Never having seen her
Look so lovely as today.

At the end of the beginning
Or beginning of the end
Is your properly forgetting
You have infinity to spend
In a quest of awed discov’ry
Leaving ripples fast behind
For a spiritual recov’ry
That will cause the Great Unwind.

I've tried writing a little poetry.... Most of it I've set to music...I guess that would be a song. I'm not sure I like the music I've tried to write to surround my poetry.

anyway.... I tried...this feels a little risky .....to stick my neck out here with a group that can be harsh......

here's are examples I recently uploaded to youtube:

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in anycase....thanks for the tread.

Very unique! Loved listening. Thank you!

yes! fun! i also enjoyed listening - both to your poetry and the musical surroundings
thank you for sticking out your neck. got any more?

love.
beauty.
expression.
human.
love.

I do have more on my youtube channel.. I plan on putting more there....eventually.

sew me a poetry thread and let it quilt the bed of our divine

she said to him this time we blanket the thickets
this time my heart quickens against the field of one
so hold me poetry maker for i've no forsaken land
only this flowing garden into your sacred hand

sew me a poetry thread and let it embroider our holy sign

he said to his love as he wrapped her in his warmth
there is no distorting this my honest intent
so hold me blushing one until the fears are done and gone
i meant all along that i am yours beyond the silken song

sew me a poetry thread and let it our lives so entwine

they said to somehow define all that ever already was
and for reasons that we must trust, reasons all their own
she and he find they are meant to be
fine design comforting
through eternity

sew worry not of others
they are of no threat to you
better yet they support
all the love that you report
and wish you the happiest
wish you the best
wish you all that you wish
and the rest
that is yours, thread weavers.

WOW!!!! YOUR BEST!!! I am blown away...wow.

Thread an eye
Through ye time
Yield a try
Your yuletide

Blissful day
Beckon bore
Stark, ye say
Silver shore

Reflecting
Nevermore
Retracting
Evermore

Too thin to
Size, descry
Wise path through
Pearls of why

Before swine
Cut sinew
After dine
Cast anew

A net true
To you, made
Martyred, blue
Sea you've wade

i am so glad that you like it! in truth, i wrote it to you and your love.

a friend, true
to you, be i
distanced, new
touch the sky

my pearls stay
close to skin
oyster's way
holding in

before you
i am whole
beside you
an open soul

each breath i take
in turn
each step toward
i learn

my heart
evermore
leaves you
nevermore

wishful day
wanting more
hope you'll stay
open door

thread of i
to thread of you
tell me why
and i'll tell you.

I just shared it with her. Thank you. That's seriously beautiful...seriously seriously. I'm even at a loss for words, which isn't like me. Impressive indeed.

This especially, OH MY GOODNESS!! "so hold me blushing one until the fears are done and gone/i meant all along that i am yours beyond the silken song"

We Don't Grow Up

There was a space underneath the bridge as a boy
Connecting our towns, above some forgotten river
We were caught smoking cigarettes before daylight
And asking change of the younger kids
We broke out of our frustrated youth
Clamoring at the insulations of our deliverance
But somehow, in the midst of
Everything
The thickness of our beards hefted up
Dark lines of passage carved across our chests
And we breathed fireflies at the nite
As if we had swam among invisible sharks
Barely having lived to tell the tale.

this is great. i enjoy your work. i look forward to anything you share.

concrete

a truthful friend i am
it's all new
this communication via the skyways

i consider our friendship
to be unique and not replicable
and of protective value
like pearls held close to the heart

my intent is to be fully me
in relation to you
honest and without purposeful manipulation

i am learning alot
communicating with and getting to know you

i have no thought to leave

i have no pressing need

my wish today is to hear from you

i am my own and you are yours too
and we can confide, however we do

The charred hand, the burning fist
Comparisons are none of this
A fitted dash, a painful ash
Arid songs on life’s police
Innuendo – thoughts on Plato
Arugula with ripe tomato
Triaminic dissolution
Wal-Mart’s sale on this conclusion
Pointed pens and puckered pies
Each disguise a vetted vein
Romantic rain and symphony
The uttered love in tragedy
Post-war traumas, new-war dreams
Hung from collars ‘bove the stream
Mankind’s progress
Mankind’s regress
Where will we end?
With our friends.

Wiser tries were made that day
Uncomplicated ebb-and-flow (the less you know)
To-and-fro
The seas they chose, the gilded rose
And frosted throes
Still it goes a-pitter pat
How dare I stare at that and say (with every word just tossed away)
“Relax…”
A sexy swarm of rapid-fire
Cupid’s arrows, my desire
Do you tire? (Tantric spells & wishing wells)
The second greeting
Nothing fleeting, hence our meeting
Thirsty
Cursed and bursting
Ah, the air is full of you
Like a diamond fortress draped in ebony.

Feeling fashioned by the loom
Knotty thread of desolate
Breathing out & in – consume
Bedazzled by your aggregate
Kniving tribal planted pines
Reductions of my politic
Open borders closed, defined
Spirits do arithmetic
Squawking gulls dive in & swim
Our lust of calling Freedom falls
The German steel, a bullet’s whim
George Washington would have the balls
Potato fields turn up the sun
All eyes & ears & NSA
Wasted endings have begun
Pretending to have gone away
Needl’ng in the guttered gaze
Mankind subtle in its ways
Tripping hard against the phrase
Eternity begins today.

Window Pain

Traveling at the speed of light through
Glass corridors of information
Then thrusting forth invisible waves towards infinity's Culmination
Signals the windows have reached their intended Destination

The Billions who've been fed for years by the enlightened few
Have succumbed to the ethereal coercion
Which led to the gates of slaughter in pursuit of the latest version
All the others are kept in line by codependent confusion
While the unbelievers risk being left out of the synthetic Revolution.

Control of the media, banks, payments, entertainment,
Wireless data, and the super highway
Is the next justification for monetary domination
A computer in every house and on every desk
Is just one king's new form of taxation
We've thrown off our chains of oppression
And exchange them for the puppet master's strings of persuasion
One mans dream for humanity
Or a megalomaniac's salvation?