Defying Evil
The moment an urge to surrender emerged
Inundated with fear by the impalpable devil
One must assuage and strengthen your will
To awaken the spirit profoundly submerged
3:54 p.m.
September 26, 2025
Aboard the Vision of the Seas
Cruising towards Boston, Massachusetts
Drops of rain smudge the window blurring my vision,
Pouring down as my spirit drowns in omission,
The obscure moon feeding wispy light into the void's delight,
Bowing to the impalpable depths of night,
Pieces of memory struck by puissance waves undefined,
Calling your quintessence form in my mind,
Her dulcet voice masked with the susurrus pouring rain,
A seraphic purity to the melody my soul craves within the pain,
Her aureate eyes ignite a flame in the dark corners of my heart,
An eternal luminescent spirit to the grief I hold apart,
Her pellucid heart showing what could have last,
Fragments of reality shattered her frame,
Now a whisper to the wind coming from hell,
Drops of rain fall from the sky,
Washing away pieces I never got to deny,
As I look over the
unbridgeable chasm
from the cliff to the sea,
churning on the rocks below,
I realize that why
I cannot bridge the gap
is not because of what I am,
but, because of what I'm not.
I'm immutable
I'm immovable
I'm imputable
I'm imbalanced
I'm imbittered
I'm immature
I'm immobile
I'm immaterial
I'm immense
I'm impassible
I'm impartible
I'm impalpable
I'm impenetrable
I'm so 'hmm'
I loved you …
like water -
dove, swam, immersed
drowned
like breath
out, in, saturated
gasping
unseen
but essential
impalpable, yet vital
my sea -
deep, boundless, capricious
blue … terrifying
my sky -
vast, moody, dazzling
blue … and dark
you … were my
element - oxygen for my fire
breeze to kiss my cheek
a stream to
cool … and christen
the expanse to cast my sails upon
you …
were my aliment -
manna from the heavens
my sustenance
and I …
devoured you
for ‘til that moment
I’d never known
the meaning …
hunger.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, October 27, 2022
The soil is from Wall-Mart,
brawny and rich as sweet tobacco.
Driving home
bag of dirt on the back seat,
aromatic atoms of fertility
pop unseen.
I tip the bag
wonder at the rich darkness
yet there are mushrooms of light,
galaxies of milk-spinning germs.
It tumbles through my hands
like mane of brown horse.
A muscular earth
that douses fingers in a laving of loam.
I feel the child-lings, the pods,
I know if I sprinkle rainwater,
the wombs of impalpable virgins
will fill with promiscuous
prayers.
An Impalpable Journey
The past is where bygone memories linger and diffused as mist
The present is where every precious lesson is kept or dismissed
The future is where this eternal spirit wanders in vain or in bliss
Penned: 2/2/2022
Lake Worth
Florida USA
Arrogance, a sad word holding no purpose in this meaningless world, since we
Revolve upon the commands of some power against which we cannot dare
Rebel, for so subtle and impalpable it is, so divinely mighty, readily
Outpassing our will, denying us of our right to choose for ourselves,
Gorging us with torments, to have us submit to it while we become tragic
Actors and actresses, all dutifully playing out roles in our own
Nether, blindly believing ourselves to be the center of everything that exists, but, if we
Cared to adorn ourselves, with the spiritual commands of this same power, those which
Enunciate of how fickle and short life is, why, our passage on this Earth would be blissful!
31st July 2021
All real things
, already were
dreams, one day...
All dense matter,
is made of the ethereal,
indivisible.
impalpable...
no one is a son
of carbon and
of the ammonia...
we're nobler fluid ...
Nothing happens
without a purpose:
even death has
a sense...
Slowly,
let's understand
what the universe plots...
Even if it lasts one
eternity...
I've been writing countless poems all my life
With tears as my medium, unpigmented ink
While sulked in the chair where you used to sit on
Words became traces of what was once an unbreakable link.
Done! But the final outputs turned out impalpable,
Unreadable, even my tear-stained eyes started to bleed
Half-crazy, miserable, palpitating over black coffee
How long have I been a prisoner of this cranky bed?
So, I tried to draw blood again from my pale wrists
And wrote my dreams on the coffee-smudged pad
Of you and me dancing under the pale moonlight
T'was but a vague dream, surreal but so sad!
As tears outlined my scrawny cheeks, I wrote this:
"I've been writing poems for you but,
Please read this before I run out of blood..."
My bad! No apologies, I know I've hurt you a lot.
***This piece is a vital human question regarding the validity and
authenticity of humanity's existence, experience and significance,
in relation to the perpetual immensity of the universe with
its mystical and confounding qualities***
Fate Of The Spirit
Are sentient organisms through the vast unknown
Simply insignificant evanescent galactic fragments
Adrift in space across faultless and everlasting time
Cradled in the inexorable grasp of an Impalpable Force
Of which within a twinkle of one universal moment could
Condense a consciousness into an extinguished sparkle
Instantaneously driven to oblivion throughout eternity?
Or essences created in a transcendental awakening?
The truth lies upon the immutable fate of the spirit!
05/14/2012
Aboard cruise liner:
Splendour of the Seas
Cruising the Mediterranean Sea
Nocturnal Dreams
Nocturnal dreams are unfulfilled scenes
seized by impalpable circumstances
hampering pathways pointing
toward complicated mazes
of vivid possibilities
07/30/2020
7:13 p.m.
West Palm Beach
Florida
USA
In the corner of my room,
you’ll find many a decentralizing delirium dust
Where my mind does consume,
peripheral visions of a malevolent distrust
Deprivations that entomb,
metabolic disturbances of cunning combust
Temporal lesions loom,
of psychotic disorders in a state of thriving thrust.
I see you but cannot touch,
thru nociceptive nightmares nurturing night
Hallucinogens that will crutch,
frantic neurons paleocortical penal plight
I feel you but cannot clutch,
a dimensional dementia in a demons fright
Denunciative delusions a monstrous much,
external images in fetal flight.
I sense you but cannot taste,
chemoreceptic catacombs of a pernicious smell
Stimuli distortions of waste,
proprioceptors penetrating the gates of hell
The love I give is displaced,
impalpable illusions within a condemned cell
The love received defaced,
from a schizophrenic defamatory defunctive dwell.
July.16.2020
Delirium Poetry
Sponsored by~
Kai Michael Neumann
N/A for contest
The soil is from Wall-Mart,
brawny and rich as sweet tobacco.
Driving home
bag of dirt on the back seat,
aromatic atoms of fertility
pop unseen.
I tip the bag
wonder at the rich darkness
yet there are mushrooms of light,
galaxies of milk-spinning germs.
It tumbles through my hands
like mane of brown horse.
A muscular earth
that douses fingers in a laving of loam.
I feel the child-lings, the pods,
I know if I sprinkle rainwater,
the wombs of impalpable virgins
will fill with promiscuous
prayers.
.
..
...
....
limitless love endless hate
well conceived thoughts
words to my ears
words to my mind berate
my heart my brain
limitless? without limits
limited
infinite immeasurable deluded impossibilities
you have my body you have my hours
you give me frowns amid fragrant flowers
wilting wilted wilt
want more more more pressure
make demands
I give less
try to find time to know what I'm feeling
the shadows from my walls
stretched so long send my mind reeling
so high so wide so deep
buried
bottled
bottled up myself so distant are my desires
elusive like sands through your fingers
or water in the cup of your hands
my self
myself so impalpable
scared to dissect
afraid of what I'll find shaken by the secrets
closed off in my mind
compartments for safety
locked doors without handles
never knowing myself a mystery unsolved
hear no evil see no evil
does not make one absolved
finding excuses I'm tired I'm wired
it's too late I'm too old
endless? without end
ended
....
...
..
.
Delirium Dust
In the corner of my room you’ll find many a decentralizing delirium dust
Where my mind does consume peripheral visions of malevolent distrust
Deprivations that entomb metabolic disturbances of cunning combust
Temporal lesions loom of psychotic disorders in a state of thriving thrust
I see you but can not touch thru nociceptive nightmares nurturing night
Hallucinogens that will crutch frantic neurons paleocortical penal plight
I feel you but can not clutch a dimensional dementia in a demons fright
Denunciative delusions a monstrous much external images in fetal flight
I sense you but can not taste chemoreceptic catacombs a pernicious smell
Stimuli distortions of waste proprioceptors penetrating the gates of hell
The love I give is displaced impalpable illusions within a condemned cell
The love received defaced from a schizophrenic defamatory defunct dwell.
March/11/2018
Hallucination
Sponsored by: Brendan J. Simons
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