Long Interlock Poems
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If my heart ever has trouble dancing on beat
Just put your lips on mine
When the poem won't write itself
Gently hold my hand
Because when your lips interlock
With my emotions
Holding the world feels as if I'm holding you
I’d be lying if I said my forevers
Didn’t send you an invitation
In every possibility
You make my imagination
A calm reality
Dreams become passing thoughts
Breathing obsolete
My soul defies gravity
I didn’t fall, I reached for you
Knowing together we're that much closer to heaven
With your love under my wings
Your safety in my arms
This life has no interrupting alarms
Carry this one request
Allow me to crave you
Not to be too forward
But I've been waiting for you
Since I thought I understood sacrifice
Then I began fasting to grasp what I didn't first comprehend
I been fasting
To experience love at its purest form
I’ve been talking to patience
To get familiar with your voice
A voice that makes the echo home
A voice that rocks me to sleep
A voice I long to see
p.s. I just want to be in your presence…
Sleep comes in buckets lately, to negate the days away from home.
Home is where your hairy forearms guarded the small of my back.
Back when we were teens, this was easy, as laughter surrounded our hearts.
Hearts can be unraveled and respun into wool or gold.
Yours is the latter, mine is the former, for now...
Now, that could change, because the status quo is leaving.
Leaving was the last thing either of us had anticipated.
Anticipated kisses are the worst when expectations aren't returned.
If only you had returned that Saturday evening.
Evening is dark, and sparks between us where as lightning.
Lightning seldom strikes people, but cars sometimes do.
Do you look down upon me from heaven, and still regard our past?
The past skips past warnings and stop signs.
Signs remind us to slow down and prepare for the worst.
The worst was what we promised "for better or for..."
For worse was irrelevant, forever I thought, forever for sure.
Surely moments end, but eventually lead to forever.
Forever will come someday, when we meet again.
Again we'll embrace; again we'll laugh and hold hands.
Hands and dreams will interlock, and again I sleep and dream of our home.
I Celebration in the Year 2000
Cultures combine with cornucopia chalices
Spinning with starry spices steaming dreams
All together with pollination of feather flowers
Flowing with global glowing hope harvests
We capture watercolor waterfalls words
From freedom chests echoing expressions
With experiences exalting joyful gemstones
Teaching circulation of time's dancing chapters
We interlock internally with orchestra grace
Where world's writers inscribe soul scrolls
II Desolation in the Year 2001
Insane airplanes fire and flame wanton wars
From unknown blistering hate death's fate
Buildings burn with smoky skeletons
Tomb's teeth bleed scythe seeds upon
aghast eyesight halting worldwide scarred souls
Ghosts of time's crimson crimes question peace
From horror history halls that crumble with calls
Ringing culture's forever communication chairs
Within time's decorative trusting chambers only
exist with sweating escorts to eagle engine exits
Multitudinous micro-
oscillations manifest
misleadingly,
Quarks quintessentially
quantify questionable
quantum- permanence,
Subatomic structures subtly
simulate substantial
superficies
Macroscopic mutability,
Fleeting fluctuations
fabricated from formless
frequency- fields,
Intricate interfaces interlock
intersecting illusory imagery,
Disintegrating dimensions
deceive dedicated density-
seekers,
Evanescent energies
effortlessly evade external
examination,
Architectural absolutes
automatically atomize along
apertures,
Vaporous voids vividly veil
vast vacuousness.
Fleeting matter masks
quantum voids.
When I see her life gets easier, and then she smiles, and it feels like everything is in fast forward
I'm desperately reaching for moments and memories to hold, and then she smiles, reminding me it will all be ok even when it's a rainy day, even when it's not ok
She's still here with me, her smile is my heartbeat, it never leaves even when you're not next to me
Because what's yours is mine and what's mine is yours
Meaning even when your smile can't breathe, because our feelings interlock the same way our fingers do when we hold hands
Our feelings interchange the same way we change outfits when we want to match and one of us is wearing the wrong shirt
I guess what I'm trying to say is I didn't give you a slice of my heart I gave you the whole thing, sweetie pie
So, if your tears aren't happy, they can have mine, her smile is the only warmth I want in the winter
Her smile is heaven on earth
She has an angel smile that shines brighter than her halo
p.s. when she smiles my direction I get lost...
In that moment when two pairs of eyes interlock in silence
Begin to have a conversation with their lips not parting.
It is then that one pair of eyes asked a question in essence
While the other pair gave an answer without blaring.
The two friends, their bond of trust, a promise to conceal
Strength gathered in the silence they reveal
No sound escapes, no whisper dares to steal
The private language that their hearts can feel
In this still moment, free from prying ears
Their eyes, a window to the soul, reveal
They speak their minds, and hidden truths appear
The depths of trust, the secrets they can feel.
And when the moment passes, memories stay
Of silent conversations, truths to portray.
Within the shadow of the crystal spires,
Where plains are painted by the frozen fires,
The field-logs track a monument of mass:
The heavy monarch of the golden grass.
Magnatropis vitreus is cataloged and known,
A living fusion of the quartz and bone,
A mountain walking on a six-fold frame
Of polished obsidian that no tool can tame.
Its segmented chassis, wide and heavily set,
Is wrapped in a translucent exoskeleton net,
A diamond-hard carapace, shimmering clear,
Through which its strange organs and vitals appear.
Its blood is a coolant of sapphire sheen,
Pulsing through valves that are easily seen,
While its eyes are bright clusters of compound gems—
Red ruby lenses on low-slung stems—
That do not track distance or predatory flight,
But map out the currents of deep quantum light,
Perceiving the drift of the space-time strand
As it sweeps through the grass of the perfect land.
Yet this titan of armor and crystalline skin
Is not built for malice, for war, or to win;
Its purpose is vital, a biological gear
That stabilizes the local biosphere.
Along its ribbed flanks, where the plates interlock,
Are rows of deep pores carved like vents in a rock.
It breathes in the nitrogen mists of the night,
The volatile vapors that choke out the light,
And filters the toxins through chambers of stone
Deep in the vaults of its vitreous bone.
With every slow breath of its massive domain,
It breathes out sweet oxygen over the plain,
A massive, organic, atmospheric pump,
Clearing the air with each heavy-set thump.
As it browses the plains where the light-flora grows,
It crushes the minerals left by the snows,
Its six grinding hooves tilling silicate sand
To scatter the nutrients across the ground,
A peaceful leviathan, quiet and grand,
It is the gardener-beast as it moves around.
I woke up at the break of dawn,
with the feeling that all hope is gone,
I was not sure where to begin,
but I was determined to win.
No dazzling stars,
no visible moonlight,
no chirping birds,
to tease my empty words.
I walked through the door with a subtle grin,
nursing bruises all over my skin.
I tried to escape yesterday’s punishment,
and saturate my mind with hope and fulfillment.
Walking down the dark empty street,
a cab stopped exactly at my feet,
I hired him to take me to the mountains,
to breath out the stagnant air
and repair my body’s wear and tear.
His grouchy voice thundered through my ears,
he spoke with a strange accent that I could hardly hear,
It passes through one ear, and suddenly disappears.
We journeyed through sleeping towns,
they stared at us without a sound,
steep hills and rocky path,
bending streets and winding roads
dumping my burdensome loads.
He made a sudden turn,
and I felt a sensational yearn
spilling over in my soul.
Mother nature bursts from the horizon
and filled my heart with glad tidings.
Layers of mountains blink at me,
taking me up and down the gigantic tree
guiding me to my unseen dreams,
while patches of green and sun burnt grass
prepare the city for the morning mass.
I saw her bursting through the thick grey clouds,
and I stopped the car and spoke to her aloud,
I climb on top of a nearby rock,
and reached towards her and interlock.
I was just in time for the meeting,
Oh how my soul yearns for this healing.
Mother nature looked at me with a grin
she shook my hand,
and said, “where shall we begin?”
I lamented the troubles of my piercing heart,
and requested for a balance start.
What took you so long?
I know that you have been hurting all along,
and I have been waiting for you to prove them wrong.
“Worry no more,
I am going to fulfill the desires of your burning soul,
look around and tell me what you see,
observe carefully and you will agree.
Let me ignite your body and soul,
and sooth the sorrows that you bore,
sleepless nights,
daily fights,
unfair treatment,
and treacherous lies.
The meeting came to an end,
and I felt free again,
the peshmerga drove up the steep hill
and greeted me with goodwill
Dawn fully broke out into broad day light,
and filled my soul with joy and delight.
©2013 Christine Phillips
The air is dancing beneath the ground depositing a strange sensation in my bones. The fire flies are flying from tree to tree mapping out a path for my final destiny. I have been waiting here for days with my soul in my hands and courage stronger than a hundred thousand men. The dust is rising and the fire is burning. Vibration wrestles the trees into the ground and rocks and debris are spinning around. The oceans break through the iron gate and crashed into the wall, sweeping away the town that leans against prison wall. From a distance the smell of charred hair circulate the atmosphere and strange sounds rises out of the ground. Heads rises above the choppy waves, swept through cities and town, wearing a long frock and a solemn gown. There is no movement and everything is still but you could hear them shouting from top of the hill. There is no sign of life around and flies swarms around dead horses lying flat on the ground and a braying donkey running through the street greeting everyone it meets with a message that is complete. They have been trapped for many days hiding behind dug out wall and looking desperately for a place to escape and so destiny emerges into the open space with a frown and a frantic sound sweeping through cities and towns and breaking the clouds with a pivotal turn. They landed on the ground and crawled around with gigantic wings and bullets stuffed guts spitting fire out of their man-made beaks sending showers all over the street but courage kept me in tack and created an interlock, it swept me off the ground and evacuate everyone out of the ruined town.
His hair cascaded infront of his eyes
and my hand would sweep it away
to reveal his emerald greens
and I lost myself in sweet dreams
the way our hands would interlock
as if someone threw away our key
and your words like honey
dripping softly as i capture them
and I treasure what you once told me
even if they’re now faint memories
laying in blades of greens
the clouds as soft as you holding me
and I see you with a new diamond
together you shine like the sun
but we were like a star exploding
colors as bright as a supernova
and I know that I should shove away
my thoughts that hum about you
but still sometimes when my mind is clear
I think of you again