Discomforting Poems

Deceptive ain't it?

They doubted her, once again
Interrogating whether eyes are the most loyal creation alive? 
Or it's just the exaggeration to bring the dead to life
A bit puzzled & hustled she became this time, 
Asserting the question isn't from the wise! 
"Considering the fact, it's easy to die than to survive
It's easy to wait than to arrive
It's easy to dive than to strive
Easy is the comfort from which deprived are those eyes
Easy is the lie, which can never give truth, a rise
Easy is the question being asked twice
What isn't easy is being loyal without any lies
Discomforting is to be like those eyes
Still, in a hope of debate winning prize? 
Deceptive could be the whole world, but not those eyes! 
Dare not to ask this question again, dear Unwise!

What's Missing

I thoroughly liked the western soothing delta breeze
I don't like the southern discomforting delta freeze

But it's a new season, and in time, I will adjust
And anticipate the good things that's left

It's starting to feel like the place we belong
It's a familiar region where I once called home

But presently, my childhood friends are gone
Our best friends are now far from our new home

I miss the western sun and predictable weather
But I mostly miss our children and times together

Our memories are great, but we are making new ones
However, I am happy that we brought  a memory stone

Reading a Poetry Book

Time surfs over one page after another.
I wonder about the interludes,
the growth or decline of lesser or greater.

A few pages
stand out, creating pinnacles of inspiration,
that rise far beyond the print.

Other poems are workmanlike,
the tools are all there,
hands can be seen delving into unknown territory,
yet stopping just short of any new frontier.

The best are alien, strange, discomforting,
distressingly real,
they arrive with laser sharp pickaxes.

Then of course, there are
those rarified nuts and bolts
all poets must reshape into the stubborn word,
the perfect symbols of imperfection.

Enchantress

Excitingly exotic, 
she entices and entraps 
me in an entanglement 
which is both discomforting and enthralling.

Enamored by her elegance and ebullience,
I embraced her with much exuberance 
eliciting my eagerness and
erupting in an euphoria.

Ensnared on the cusp of erotic fever
I was drowning in passion
swooning with sinful pleasure.

But, with mischief in her eyes
a beguiling smile 
and a demeanor teasing and coy,
She disappeared from my life
like the mist at the first glint of dawn.

Heartstrings

how can someone bear
this discomforting feeling -
sweet, mutual love

Now I Found Something

I want to fall in love again
As I stare in my eyes
In the water's reflection
I suddenly miss the hungry burn
Fingering my scars, I hesitate to
Take a new step
I'm feeling the youthful, ticklish
Yet not discomforting feeling
In my chest
I find myself rambling
Feeling hot and red
Once more
I can't see far into the distance
But I'm willing to make
The first step

Healthier Intelligence

Glutted left-brain information media
actively hope to understand

Why does emotional intelligence
speak to egocentric concerns
of mortality and discomforting toxic defeat,
loss and difficult win/lose everyday choices
in a calming voice for unself-conscious contentment?

What is this ZeroSoul content of contentment
to feel we are right
sentient full beings
here co-present
within eternal now relationships of compassion
affiliating on this Earth
in our co-passioning interdependent webs
of health co-operative 
wealthy co-investment?

Without mortal loss,
suffering;
Without unwanted walls between us
and them.

Why does emotional unintelligence
speak too loudly
intolerantly
of Earth-UnCentered constant concerns
of inhumane immortal overpowers
and toxic LoseHealth/LoseWealth
RightWing left-brain dominant choices
in cacophonous dissonant voices
claiming no rights to contentedly prefer
healthier multicultures
of win/win emotional intelligence?

Fatigue

I know you're tired. 
Inhale. Hold. Exhale.
Are you breathing? 
Good. 
Now think. No no, not about them. Think. You're the only one that matters now. It's just us. Just me. Just you. It doesn't matter that they think we're deranged. We are. You and I, we are completely and utterly demented. You know how I know? 
We're still sane. 
Just think about it. No listen, think about it, even after all the mayhem, the total mania of being through what we have been through, we can still get up and act like functioning humans. 
Are you still breathing? 
Perfect. 
Can you feel the throb, it's almost like it's not there then you twitch and it comes stabbing you back. Surprisingly, it's not discomforting, is it? I mean I know it looks that way but it's not. But that doesn't matter when it's me and you. We're here, forget them.
Breathe.
Go to that place in our mind, where the vacancy is comforting. It's desolate. Often abandoned. Makes you feel better, doesn't it? 
Now wait.
I know it's slow, lesions often are but the best thing about them is that the soreness lingers. Come on then, relax and close your eyes.
Breathe.
Let's make a memory.

On My Beach

I've missed watching most clouds floating past
during this life,
probably better as a spectator sport
than an insider's game.

I've missed most summer-floating ferries
accessible in my love times of life.
Usually watching from the shore,
passed by to wonder how it would feel
to see and smell and taste more
of exotic destinies and erotic times

Tropical paradise
thick jungles and majestic ranges
crystal mountains of ice
feeding hungry oceanic eyes of other visitors
on this spinning miracle of life.

Perhaps in my next love-life
I will become a more resonant remediating ferry
bringing those who say Yes!
to ancient plateaus of earthquake riding 
discomforting delight.

Regenetic Revolt

CoArise each remembered
and imagined moment.

CoArise each bilateral inhaled
and exhaled breath.

CoArise each bicamerally conscious heart's light
and dark desire.

CoArise each win/lose work
and win/win play agenda.

CoArise each transactional commission 
and transparent omission.

CoArise each binomial relationship 
of positive value 
with negative disvalue.

CoArise each eco-nomial 
binomial.

CoArise each language comforting meme,
each silent
lusty 
discomforting scream.

CoArise each impassioned mind paradigm 
and compassioned body pleasure.

CoArise each neurosystemic individual 
and biosystemic species.

CoArise each national Cooperating Space
within sacred EarthPlace.

CoArise EcoCitizens 
of SunFather enlightenment
and MotherEarth empowerment!

CoOperate this CoArise;
cooperative systems form co-aroused
home again ReGenesis.

Stone In Your Shoe

There’s a stone in your shoe! 
You smile but half smile,
You walk, but feel pain. 
You try to dance, but can’t!
You try to sing, but stammer! 
You try to shake it out, 
But that tiny little stone remains.
A never ending reminder 
That you will never dance with all you heart, 
Or laugh with all you soul, 
Or sing without your stammer. 
You will never relax in conversation 
‘Til you choose to physically remove that stone!
When then and only then...
Could you dance with all your heart, 
Laugh with all your soul, 
And sing without your stammer. 
With only the distant memory of your discomforting pain. 
Only an uncomfortable memory 
From which you can finally find your present peace and comfort.

At Night She Passed Away

Bed ridden now she lays somber in my sight.
I say it is alright, mother everything is right,
Opening eyes in discomforting pain, this night,
Remembering her goals, her immortal fight,
I know deeply she was passionately contrite.
My mother will be missed, before daylight.
Her pain, agony dispelled, by Heavens might.

Zombie

When I look at you,
I do not look at you with my eyes
For your beauty is as bright as the noon day sun
And burns these feeble eyes.
My eyes are for seeing the vile unclean discomforting things of this world.
No love, my eyes are not worthy of looking at your beauty
Your beauty is heavy, it is sharp, it is pure.
Your beauty pierces through my eyes to my inner being
Your beauty makes my heart melt in my blood
Your beauty awakens my soul to whirl in me like a tornado.
And for a moment,
my mind drifts away to another world-
a wonderland.
Your beauty is to be equaled with the angels
For your beauty is divine.

So forgive me when I stare 
For your beauty looks into my eyes 
and opens in my dark world
the light of the sun.

Heartbroken

In his relationship he dealt with too much drama
It gave him chest trauma 
In his right upper chamber
A squeezing feeling it felt danger
Causing the inborn electrical conduction system
It went haywire because of the diastolic was rising
She yelled and fussed him out, “no more romancing!”
All of a sudden he got electrolyte disturbances 
His chest had so many aches and pain
Was this done in vain
He asked why and started to cry 
She stood there saying “inside my heart there is no more left”
Ouch he felt this discomforting tingle he was losing his breath
She watched him breaking out in cold sweat
Suddenly grabbing the back of his neck
Look baby I’m so sorry that it did not work
It was to late he was crushed and hurt
He could not do anything but yell for help and grabbed his chest
Coldly she called 911 and left

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