Best Filling My Lungs Poems
Is there enough adjectives I can use,
to sew these sensitive sensations to you,
when my dandelion heart is
dense with combustible phrases,
and my sunken soul is weeping
into the weariness of wildfires?
They say beauty can never
be found in the dark,
oblivious to the
vibrancy of neon nights~
streaks of fluorescent flares glaring
above forests of flickering lights,
there iridescent colors run through the
skyline like vast vibratos,
filling my lungs with iridescent phrases
too enigmatic to roll of my tongue.
Yet your flourishing name
flows in flawless
frequencies through
this forsaken surface,
and I wear these wings drenched
in burning fresh-spring waters,
glistening in immeasurable
shades of opalescent feathers,
as the majestic moon still graces
my somber sky with all those
stolen smiles I’ve left unseen,
for I am but a floating spirit just
above demonic halos
that shine so deceptively,
carrying my strength wreathed in
fireflies fortifying
my faceless complexion,
where the only home to
my name is beneath the stars
in the wilderness of your
ambrosial affection,
whilst I keep sprinkling
traces of what is
now left in my empathy
that has been pinioned~
to the grains of gratitude
in gardenia love.
If only you knew, without you,
I’ll be trashed in turmoil,
wrecked in disarray~
you are the poetic reason,
I am an inked poem
woven with an iron quill,
rippling with amorous alliterations
and magnolia metaphors,
as the nightly creatures still lurk
in the shadows of
our twin-flame footprints,
constantly trying to seize
the alluring aurora that lessens
the miles between my electric dusk
and your honeysuckle dawn…
Everywhere I look, all I see is nothing
A vast space full of water, the current pulling me out to nowhere
Kicking and screaming I’m trying to stay above the wild waves
But the crash and smash against me, the water filling my lungs
I cannot breathe and I cannot float much longer
I want so desperately to have something to cling to
But yet I am alone in this fight, to keep my mind above
To keep myself from sinking to the depths of depression
A dark, endless pit that I will not be able to escape
The burning anger above me
And sweltering sadness beneath me
Challenge me in my everyday
To try and hold on to the thin lines of reality
The lines that are blurring before my very eyes
I do not know how much longer I can keep
I want it all to end…but I do not want to end it all
I am so tired…so very tired
But sleep dances away from me,
Like a young child on a play ground, sleep runs and hides
The giggles of him I can hear, here and there
But I cannot reach him
He his beyond my capacities, beyond my boundaries
And I’m losing this fight to stay above the water
I feel like I’m drowning
‘ISN’T ANYONE THERE’ I cry
And I weep, but honestly I really don’t know why
Why I feel so trapped in this grey world
With no escape and no reverence
I am lost in the wild furls of my psychotic mind
Where no one can find me, no one can help me…save me
Alone and drowning I try to grasp onto the thin wisp of hope
But it is false and was gone before it ever appeared
I am lost, with nothing but the water and fire
The darkness, and terror
I have nothing to hold onto
Yet I keep fighting, I keep fighting this losing battle
But I do not know how much longer I will last
Serenity.
Lingering alone on my porch,
leaning against the wooden railing.
Still feeling warm to the touch,
after retaining the heat from the day.
On a June evening,
after the sun had gone down,
just below the horizon.
The silhouette of the darkening tree-line,
contrasting with the light still remaining
in the yellow-white sky,
and streaked with lavender-blue clouds.
Barely warm,
but with a slightly, cool breeze,
blowing around my body.
Tickling my bare feet and my bare arms,
and caressing my face.
Gently flowing it's invisible fingers through my long, golden-brown hair.
The essence of the roses,
now peacefully asleep in the garden,
mingle with the scent
of damp, green grass and the fresh, clear air.
Filling my lungs to capacity,
when I close my eyes, and breathe in deeply.
Exhilarating my senses.
I hear no sound,
except for a few birds singing somewhere off in the distance.
The chirping of one lonely cricket,
just awakening in the early dusk.
And, the heavenly melody
played upon the wind-chimes,
by a most talented breeze.
Serenity.
This emptiness that I’m feeling
Its spreading to my veins
Somthings holding me back
Its like Im in a straight jacket
Cant breath, cant see
I need to break away
I need to break free
My hearts getting heavy
All my uncryed tears
Seem to be stuck in my heart
I can feel the blood
Dripping in my veins
It hurts with every breath
Sadness, despair
Filling my lungs
The sky falling down
My world collapsing
My legs cemented to the floor
My hair flying in the air
My shadow disappearing slowly
Everythings getting dark
Scary shapes near and far
There is an utter silence
No light no sound
Everythings gone
All that remains now is a smile
its slowly going
now jsut a residue
A residue of my smile
When we were vultures
Living in mangers
You told me you'd love me
Forever.
The seasons cry into each
other. The sounds warp.
You become a constellation.
A morass of deep meaning,
Filling my lungs,
Untill I can barely breathe.
Its simply remarkable, the excitement I feel
When I am blessed with your dominating presence
I am easily drawn to you and immediately lost within you
Traveling glorious heights exploring the depths of many heavens
The sight of you promotes intense anticipation and extreme anxiety
Umm…I am easily overwhelmed by a hunger, too strong to resist
A tremendous desire for a need, to omnipotent and persistent to just dismiss
Without you, my rational thoughts and actions become elusive and impulsive
Emotionally, I am incoherent and unstable, besieged by a love so fragile but
explosive
Physically, I am deaden to the actual world around me
But reanimated mentally and spiritually to the fictional world that impounds me
Extreme chills and vigorous shaking spells, cleanses my flimsy body of any
impure manifestations
During the absence of your efficacious aroma filling my lungs with love
I long for your intense inoculations
Baby, I must be tripping…please inject me with your venom
It’s what I want…it’s what I need and what I truly desire
I don’t care what they say or how they characterize me
All I know are the feelings we share together, you control my thoughts
And I …I…I passionately ignite your fire
I hear the rumors they call me weak and say I’m addicted to your love
I say, I’m addicted to your autonomy, honesty, loyalty and spiritual essence
We’re on another level, just you and me…I trust you with my life and you give me
a different version of life One of trust, freedom and understanding, without
apprehension
Those other people fear change…they make such a big deal of change
When it’s really all the same…there are no differences whether white or black
My only disposition or concern is “why don’t I know your real name?”
For months now, we have been intimate lovers, yet I only know you as “CRACK!”
Just one thought.
Just one action or word.
Now spiraling down tragedy lane.
Stomach in knots, nausea burning the back of my throat.
Breathing turning shallow.
Body temperature too hot yet too cold all at the same time.
Who knew breathing could be so hard.
Focusing on the inhale filling my lungs.
Exhaling to expel the gut-wrenching feeling anxiety so kindly left behind.
I stand gazing across the vast plains of my South Africa
Plains empty of man-made monsters,
Filled only with God’s beauty and grace
The stillness of the beauty fulfills me
I inhale deeply filling my lungs with the pure air-The air is sweet and refreshing,
The smell of life, brought only by the heavenly rain on our African soil
I watch the sun take its place, casting away the clouds
As the dark clouds tumble away, the sky is filled with the beautiful spectrum of light,
My eyes feast on the mesmerizing colours of the rainbow-This is the symbol
Of God’s promise to our country
As I gaze at this colourful ghost of life I realize
The true pot of gold of this rainbow is South Africa.
I kneel on the soil, running it through my fingers,
Each grain like a diamond and me the diamond digger
I close my eyes feeling the warm breeze blow through my hair
It carries the messages of all the creatures
Telling stories of the battles of the plains,
Those conquered, those lost and those still to come
It is the breeze of life, the life force that fills every living creature, connecting us all as one
As I shout out to the heavens the land is filled with my voice,
Echoing like the deep thunder of the skies
I hear the calls of birds across the plains, a vast network of communication
I see a herd of antelope running and leaping through this maze of beauty
I start to run, sprinting until I no longer can
I stare into the face of the African sun as it bleeds to death, painting a red smile
Across the glowing orange sky
Until, darkness
The night sky is illuminated with Africa’s sparkling jewels,
The great kings of our past, watching over us and
Guarding our blessed lands
I lay back and close my eyes
The silence of the plains is a symphony to my ears,
Every individual blade of grass creating its own unique sound to the choir of Africa, Singing
the songs of angels,
Calling us home
Doppelganger, you touched me,
From desuetude tales, with redolent reach,
Raising my halo, armoured,
Beyond all the charm of infallible speech,
Filling my lungs, punctured,
Drawing my breath, vast,
Raising my every hair,
Beneath, this phantom limb’s cast,
For touched, I won’t preach,
A imperfect tense, gorged,
To signify, a world, visible,
And touched, I can’t teach,
An opulent heaven, waiting,
I can’t answer, what was never known,
And in tongues, I don’t conflate,
An epiphany that’s erstwhile,
With the wherewithal of penumbra’s sun,
For touched, I touch Scintilla,
To become pyrrhic, I pretend a halcyon,
My doppelganger, you touched me,
From desuetude tales, with redolent reach,
Raising my halo, armoured,
Beyond all the charm of infallible speech,
Filling my lungs, punctured,
Drawing my breath, vast,
To exhale a world brimming,
I am the harbinger,
I am my past,
I walked too many miles
and ran so few feet
that my heart skips beats
when the women pass me by
Here I am,
alone in a world of loners
and beast and man alike
sleeping on park benches
smoking cigarette buds
and breathing in,
filling my lungs with
Carbon Dioxide... not so much oxygen
At last no hope!
I hear dear coming for me,
with those crystal blue eyes of his
and he grins his boney smile
and I shiver and accept my faith;
till those baby blues come flashing
like neon blue lighting crashing in the dark skies.
As the last minutes rolled down
for me to go up to the gallows pole
I saw the most beautiful pair of diamonds
that sparkled and shinned and made me smile.
My heart truly skipped a beat,
when she came walking that narrow corner
with a dress of silk and hair golden locks,
"Goldie locks" my childish mind flashed too!
She came up to me
and I took her from the darkness
and the creatures that prayed on her
from the dirty rooftops of abandon cities
and I kissed her,
she revived me
and a new life flashed before me.
Those crystal blue eyes of hers'
saved my life,
gave me hope,
and showed me love,
for the first time in my life
I was in love with such beauty
in this world of dark magic and hate.
Love flowed through my veins
and chilled me,
like chewing peppermint gum
and I held her in my arms and we took a trip
and cruised the open seas alone
in the sailboat of love.
There we were,
those crystal blue eyes,
gazing upon
the one, the only,
The Blue Poet.
12/5/13
Leaning On a Stone
I was afraid of gaining weight, so I kept on puffing my cigarettes. Filling my lungs, holding that drag as long as I could. I liked that feeling deep in my chest. When I breathed out through my nose, I looked like a smokey dragon. The long silver hair that framed my face, added to the overall effect.
I wasn’t much for them warning signs on the pack. It’s a free country, ain’t it? So I kept my cigarettes in a silver plated case. Kinda looked good with my sterling Zippo. You wouldn’t often see me without a Matinee cigarette hanging from my lip or between my thumb and forefinger.
I loved me them Matinee Large Regulars. When I got a cold I’d sometimes smoke those Mentholated Cools. They kinda soothed my throat. If the cash was rolling in I’d treat myself to a good cigar. I tried a pipe for a while but it was too much of a ritual for this guy. My pops had that vibe in spades. He looked good with his pipe and fedora.
When I started losing a bunch of weight I was a bit concerned. I thought it couldn’t be the cigarettes, I had cut down to two packs a day. Ya, I did have that persistent cough,
even the mentholated Cools didn’t seem to help.
Now it seems the smoke goes straight through me. Taking a drag is a drag. I look like the skull on the pack now. My silver hair is long gone. This dragon ain’t so fierce anymore. But, if you need a skeleton for your next party, I’m your guy. I look cool leaning against a Tomb Stone. Remember though, I’m partial to Matinee Large Regular.
~
Treading water,
drifting on jet streams
above setting suns,
reaching below to find that existence
is more than bobbing
up and down,
wishing the earth were still
as you make it move
breathing aromatic dreams,
filling my lungs with
sweet fragrance,
as I gasp for air,
my mouth opened,
suckling taut whispers
tickling my tongue
when palms sway upon
moistened flesh
peering down, peering up
as the tide comes
and I sink breathless
into the depths
of her love
~
Sweet sweets, the marrow and feets. This lusting for organs, sinew, and meats. Lovely is this vibration of death echoing along my taste buds. Warm, pungent breath. Like a holocaust nightmare filling my lungs with blood. I’ve that slow motion gaze. Trapped in a moment on repeat. It’s flavor. It’s a dream. The dull click of bone shards meeting my teeth, and the pop of my jar meshing together in one single romantic duet. Lament for decay, consumption. Everything devours everything and we’re all lost in oblivion. Beyond the mouth of madness, down the hatch onto our final movement. Stomach lining of the abyss is where we’ll meet at last.
YOU'RE ALL I'VE EVER KNOWN
I'VE NEVER BEEN GIVEN THE CHANCE TO BE INDEPENDENT
YOU MADE ME THIS WAY
YOUR CREATION...LIKE A PUPPET
YOU FORCED ME TO LEAN ON YOU
DO YOU FEEL POWERFUL
HAVING SO MUCH CONTROL
DO YOU FEEL BETTER ABOUT YOURSELF
BELITTLING ME
NOT BELIEVING IN ME
I HATE THAT YOUR SUCH A REALIST
YOU HAVE NO FAITH
NO VISION
NO SENSE OF LIFE
GOING THROUGH EACH DAY AS IF NOTHING IS SPECIAL
NO MIRACLES
NO MAGIC
I HATE HOW YOU HOLD ME BACK
POSSIBLY INTIMIDATED BY MY HIDDEN POTENTIAL
THE FIRE IN MY EYES
IT SCREAMS INDEPENDENCE
AND STRENGTH
IF I HAVE THE POWER I FEEL
THE CONFIDENCE..
WHY AM I STILL HERE
STILL STUCK
ITS LIKE QUICKSAND
IT DOESNT MATTER HOW STRONG I AM
WITH HOW MUCH FORCE I PUSH OR PULL
IT JUST KEEPS ME DOWN
FILLING MY LUNGS
COLLAPSING MY AIR WAYS
DULLING MY SENSES
BLINDING ME TO EVERYTHING THAT COULD BE
SILENCING THE "YOU CAN DO IT"
MUTING THE "I BELIEVE IN ME"
UNTIL FINALLY I GIVE UP
FORFEIT
SURRENDER
AND FOR TAKING AWAY MY CONFIDENCE AND SELF ESTEEM
I RESENT YOU
I made my way across the drunken pavement,
Glimpsing at the sun, which kindly offered a watery beam.
The sweet, earthy air filling my lungs,
As the weary clouds crawl aside to reveal,
Behind that translucent wall of wisp,
A stream of rich shade,
Stretching across the hazy blue canvas.
I pause, to admire this alluring marvel,
Blood flowing from an open wound,
That spectrum pumping rapidly from its side.
The pale golden glow,
Soaks into my skin,
And I watch as this great show draws nigh.
The pavement again sobers,
The clouds slink together,
And this masterpiece shrouds behind the curtain,
Gradually fading into nothingness.