Best Incognizant Poems
Incognizant of kestrel’s war cry …
Deer mouse exhales a peaceful sigh
kiss away my pain
let the poisoned lies drain
your lips have healing balm
to bring the calm
into my soul
make me whole
kiss away every trace
of pain on my face
kiss away every lie
that he said to make me cry
kiss away every pain
that drives me near insane
Yes, please....
kiss away my pain
caress away the hurt
clear away all the dirt
left by his love untrue
all I need is you
your loving hands can heal
can help my heart to feel
what it means to desired
caress to bless the tired
caress every desire
caress, ignite the fire
caress to bring to life
caress away the strife,
yes, please
caress away the hurt
embrace away my shame
of being caught in the game
knowing I've been used
feeling so abused
embrace away my shame
make the demons docile, tame
Embrace away the shame...
in the crook of your arm
safe from every harm
let me lie and let me be
in prelude to ecstasy
in the wanton wetness, free
Yes, please
Embrace away my shame
love away the grime
the blood of betrayal's crime
oh, love it all away
Right this moment, now, today
Love away the grime
make me incognizant of time
like no one has done before
give me love more and more
as I lie beneath you bare
Touch me just everywhere
as my eyes close in delight
let my fantasies take flight
bring the tears to my eyes
as you free me from each disguise
Bring sweet release to me
the woman I was meant to be
Yes, please
Love away the grime
healing is what I need
the love sick woman to be freed
love me with madness, greed
plant deep the lover's seed
my wanton cravings feed
and bandage where I bleed
Yes, please
kiss away my pain
caress away my hurt
embrace away my shame
Love away the grime
heal me
heal
me
Eileen Manassian
Mornings In July
Mornings in July are oblivious.
They know nothing about the newspaper headlines
Or the relentless crashing of ocean waves
Under a pissed off crescent moon.
They see nothing. They hear nothing. They feel nothing.
Mornings in July are incognizant about everything.
Except for the ever silent bruising rise of the sun.
But they haven’t heard the orgasmic screams of a billion lovers
Seeking mindless sanity on a darkling pillow.
And they haven’t seen the struggling caterpillar
Spin its bloody violent cocoon.
They could care or less if you breathe or sweat.
They ceased to be concerned
When the big wrecking ball of Earthly existence
Came crashing into the big neon Psyche
Six thousand years ago.
Mornings in July know nothing, absolutely nothing.
Except for the ever silent bruising rise of the sun.
there is no utopia
therefore don’t toil to find one
all mortals will someday go there
no one knows where that place is
since this world is dystopia
i like to go and live my life where
no one who looks like me stalks the streets
while looking down on me with contempt
but not heterotopia
because the creatures of the sphere
won’t accept a stranger from another world
or simply ignore me just like incognizant of the invisible man
my utopia is apollutopia
once it existed but now is lost
therefore i can walk not in the world of the imaginary
but where i can share nostalgic memoirs with no fear
Note. Apollutopia is a compound word from Greek, apollomi and topos, created for this poem. Which means Lost Place.
Hate as it appears to an observer
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I am being held hostage by a pressing force of incognizant, and I am impregnated in a world of spiraling storms of confusion.
Fragments of memories prods my mind. Sudden and swift memories of my failings and sins are but a measured minute of my life.
Why can't I remember slipping into this fog of incertitude, this doom pressing force of incognizant.
My heart grows numb against the days and nights that I spend in despondency.
Familiar faces shifts to peculiar and ill-boding images.
Solitude is a conundrum of emptiness. A bittersweet embrace.
My tongue is locked in an aphasia space.
My brain has forgotten its ability to command, and so my legs and arms have no will of its own.
I want to run away, run to a place that will strike a familiar note in my brain.
I hate being handled by strangers who pull at me and torture me with applications of abuse.
In a regular diurnal, my dignity is decomposing.
Despair is the song of my wretched soul.
I can not stop crying.
copyright Labyrinth of Life
Could a single sifted grain of sand ever disappear?
You pour ocean's capacious core into a roar.
Dolphins flip rhythmically within; echolocation's clicks You hear.
Shifting, reshaping sand slides against gentle waves, seeking shore.
You pour ocean's capacious core into a roar.
Polyps of reef-clung coral invitingly sway for a tasty array of incognizant prey.
Shifting, reshaping sand slides against gentle waves, seeking shore.
An infant's hands imprint the sand, as a shoreside band plays reggae.
Polyps of reef-clung coral invitingly sway for a tasty array of incognizant prey.
Dolphins flip rhythmically within; echolocation's clicks You hear.
An infant's hands imprint the sand, as a shoreside band plays reggae.
Could a single sifted grain of sand ever disappear?
Precious gift bestowed upon us by Lord ,
is mother nature, the philanthropist
Who happily takes care of her wards
and shows mercy to her inhabitants
The Sun shines in morning to wake us up
Stars and moon illuminate the night sky
Birds chirp melodious songs to cheer up
Because of her grace,we boast ecstasy
She will never give us burden or pain
She grants us the imperishable love
Even dark clouds across the sky bring rain ,
the rationale behind graceful rainbow
But poor men incognizant of her worth
Trying to ruin the heavenly earth
Haywire ghetto, lingering corpses, malingering sunshine,
Malignant malediction, staccato with disseminating stench,
Portending: ichor, insipid blood and wenches.
Juxtaposition of aphotic with aphotic; incognizant iniquity.
Noxious oxygen, attenuated jasper, jejune jardiniere:
Zion.
Smoke: implicative cornice,
Sherry or vitriol?
Ours, a world, that feigns polo in alcohol!!
-Pin Dew (30/04/2017)
HE INCOGNIZANT DANCE WITH DEATH
Avoidance, denial, deception, delusion.
Thing's that we use to not see the conclusion.
The randomness of truth causes continual deflection,
due to constant reminders of our prevailing direction.
The life long endeavor, to attain a long life,
could end prematurely with the slip of a knife.
Whereas faith and hope are all that we have,
they are nothing more than a provisional salve.
Uncertainty dwells in the back of our minds,
The human condition and fear intertwined.
Here today, gone tomorrow,
Most of us wish for more time we could borrow.
The majority will do anything to keep on the blinders,
But just closing our eyes will remove few reminders.
There are 2 main certificates involved in this game, one for birth, one for death, but they sure aren't the same.
So live for today cuz you never do know,
Maybe tomorrow is the time you will go.
I do not bewail the transient era that is youth. For in it, I was blind to the grandeur that is life. I was ignorant to love, and incognizant to its importance. Beholden to no strength, nor wisdom, nor virtue, I possessed no constitution that would urge nor encourage me to continue to love, even in the depths of loves absence. My existence bore no understanding of the gravity of human life, the influence of trust, nor the sageness of compassion. Tomorrow was assumed to be guaranteed and there was no urgency to my short time alive. All that was before mine eyes, the air in my lungs, those who stood beside me and those now gone, were all taken for granted. Tonight, these hot sea winds blow the amber coals of my cigarette back upon my face as unwelcomingly as the unwanted memories of my imbecilic youth. It miss it not. Let the clock spin. Bring me those ephemeral decades, for they only make the wine taste sweeter.
The guns are still firing, bang bang bang,
But the sound doesn't register with comatose minds.
Old boots trudge through mud as if it were wet concrete,
The heavy feet move on though their energy is depleted.
The kit brings them down with worthless weight,
Bullets and bombs enliven the dull sky but kill the men,
They, sleeping soldiers, walk on incognizant of the brawling guns,
Death waits for nothing, but they all wait for death.
'Gas! Quick! Gas!'
Urgent and desperate voices call out,
Masks go on, but did they do it in time?...
A man struggles, twitching and stumbling,
Unearthly shrieks escape his mouth and fill the air,
Making it known that the ruthless assassin has claimed one more,
Sleep clouds his familiar face,
His eyes bestialized and his body robbed of it's character,
Blisters leaving the face they once knew unrecognizable,
The agony leaves his face and takes him with it.
If you recurrently relived his death as you stared at the white of his eyes,
His face like the aftermath of a war he could not win,
He would not escape your thoughts.
Blood came gargling from his tainted lungs,
Like death itself was climbing out of him, searching for another;
Worthless ruby jewels crusted on his unwashed face.
You would not believe in the glory of war,
That war determines the right from the wrong.
No; war determines only who is left.
He laid next to her, incognizant and numb.
His skin once blanche white and smooth, now almost mustard color.
Sickle shape impressions were on his cheeks and chin, an obvious telling sign of the effects of the 'white girl'.
His blue eyes long since faded to a light bleak gray.
His un-kept auburn hair is weighted down with natural oil and perspiration.
In their relationship, they were self contain and relentless.
They both were destined entities with shared infinity of fortitude.
Even with opposite personalities and culture, they were an adhesive pair.
She was strikingly beautiful, a goddess with piercing brown eyes. Eyes that told a tale of misery and pain.
Her tall curvaceous slender frame moves about gracefully, like a beautiful black swan. These were the thoughts that he entertained himself while waiting for the euphoria to devour him.
The dome light in the ceiling along with the wall scones brought a howling glow against her honey color skin.
He fancied that she was even more beautiful in the morning light or was it the evening sunset, as swift the day passes with her.
Black as a raven's plume was the color of her hair.
It was long and wavy and it contoured her beautiful face.
He was enchanted with her from the first moment they met.
He knew that there was nothing he wouldn't do for her,
Even now while they were on the moon.
Even now while he is romancing the 'white girl', his love for her staid true.
The ecstasy from the 'white girl' pales in comparison to the passion he had for her.
She was his infinite reason for living, his breath, his sun, his clinging song.
In this restless world, when so many things were unsure, she will forever be his.
She moved softly against him.
She whispered, come take me.
It was blissful
copyright 2016 Torsional Storm
She doesn't know how he feels.
Piece by piece he becomes undone.
All she knows is the suffering he reveals.
She's wondering who's responsible but she's the one.
She couldn't break words with her lover
Even if her life depended on it.
She pushed him away forever.
Her heart yet yearns for the fellow.
Incognizant that she turned her back on what they had.
He ignores her every bellow.
She smiles, yet she's ever so sad.
To him, she no longer exists.
A mere phantom roaming the twilight.
Tears run down her visage amidst
Weeping herself to sleep tonight.
She wanders her mind,
But it's just shattered sentiments of his face.
She looks for a newfound love to unwind
But his love cannot be replaced.
He was out of line but, she was equally wrong.
She knew what they had was lost all along.
What restless times we adhere to.
Yet for the moments well spent we emerge victorious.
Insane thoughts ramble and flow like a mighty river.
Water fall of incognizant and incoherent whispers.
To bring the ear hither closer to the ground.
Elaboration on a grand scale. Timelessly passing by.
Changed in its present state...
sure to burst on its own free will.
Yet to hamper back into it's fragile shell.
Escaped yet still remorseful not.
The hunter is seeked by the game.
The table turns upside down yet no one notices.
Is it only I.
Maybe just maybe as my heart drops to the sky.