Short Warping Poems
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"a stitch in time"
is but a second gone
never to return
sewn in the mind, warped by time
threads return to yesterday
colors tilt sideways
warping into shapes that talk
here mirrors melt into thought
time folds in on itself
you have entered the Twilight Zone.
life of the body
touched by fire, your silk skin
radiant sunsets
life of the mind
theory-colored universe
time, warping
life of the spirit
shimmering, shining belief
bluest of skies
Eyes burn red;
sticky lines streak
down cheeks
flushed pink.
Moisture clings
to wilting lashes,
breaths are
ragged and harsh.
Doubt casts a shadow
over hazel irises,
warping images
projected at them.
Music which sounds so heavenly,
Makes me feel afloat through eternity.
Music which echoes endlessly
Makes me feel as though within a void.
Music which rhythmically whirls in my mind,
Makes me feel as though warping through space and time.
Warm sunny days can turn
Windy and cold quickly
When weather becomes wild
Warping seasons, as a
Wonderful spring day whirls
With snowflake's frosty breath
Which leaves skies gloomy, grey
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w o r d s
wondrously wielded
warm wenches
wise with witless wet with woe
w i c k e d
weaselly wolves
w i z a r d s
warping wills
watering wishing wells
waylaying wishful
w o m e n
who wanted worshipful watchmen
when winters would wrest wealth
!
Dots have been connecting lately
Picking up on a common theme
Everyone pursuing a similar goal
We are all just looking to be seen
Wrapped in a web of old wounds
Warping our view of present day
Ultimately want to be understood
For who we are despite what others say
Zero turn, dual stick,
deftly blasting grass with a high speed hover deck:
very slick!
Without delay,
warping time, phasers on trim, trek
away!
At last,
hope-you-dont-wreck
fast!
Zero turn, dual stick,
warping time, phasers on trim, trek
fast!
Dare to walk through time
And through endless space
Through Eons of travel
At quantum light speed
Electrifying!
The cellular
Response it shifts
Relative to
Passing seconds.
Quantum time
Warping space
Eternal…
I’m one,
I’m all,
Life!
Winds rip through the valley
Warping treetops bow down
Writhing branches break off
Winding down to the ground
Whisking leaves form eddies
Wrap arms round each other
Whilst heaven tries to drown
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The gravitational waves
Of massive spacial events
Hum across this vast universe,
Warping the space and time
Between us.
As black holes engulf black holes
And galaxies are born
Then die,
We in a nanosecond of time
Discover one another.
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Inspecting emptied views
Of my tulip glass
The ambience skews
A surreal warping
Turned callously crass
Words lose edge
In distractions gum-up
Jaded rebellion
Heart says give up
I laugh
As another cork erupts
Languages absence
Would thwart the corrupt
Still the drunkards sing
Voices echoed to space
Bellowing ballads
Is man's natural grace
Deafened by the rings
Of the venomous songs the machine sings
So vapid it begins vex me
I'm thinking they might have hexed me
Slash the veil and what do you see
A red pool filled to the brim with death and depravity
Masqueraded with a pink drape of love
Hiding the blackened steel that crushed the dove
They are evil
Warping your mind
Turning you into their kind
Lost and Lustful
Awiting their fall
eat and crap
rinse-repeat
seeking freedom
in between
another season
blooms alone
holiday bulbs
icy homes
eat and crap
rinse repeat
seeking love
in between
fleeing love
warping mind
expanding space
slowing time
eat and crap
rinse repeat
young to old
in half a blink
panning for god
in parched creek
stomping brambles
in bare feet
reaper craps
on paper doors
darkness has arrived
to even scores
Mechanical Imaginations
you say, time travel, as if
we could somehow bend
all that was or ever will be -
mechanical imaginations
perhaps crying crystals
or lit aligning alchemy...
though whichever way we
would come at such ideas
we're clueless whenever it
pertains to warping waves
besides we'd be tampering
with nature and bloodlines
not to mention how our big
egos fancy us gods already
jkb
1-4-16
Form:
I'm lost deep and loose losing soul,
my center rapt worry frown and iced
set and waiting for the sun to skip
through warping as melt hope revive,
alone as if blue grey turn white,
thickening concluding folly,
stuck cannot, maybe never again
moved deeply in silent surrounds.
Everything will turn spreading,
what came before will become passed,
Everything laughable, discovering
life for what it is,
folly,
mainstream
escape.
an aching
silence abides
young love
b
e
c
k o n
i n g b a c k
once tenderness starved,
t
u
s s l e s t o
s
s
e
d
into
love’s brutal
apex
warping sting,
in bated
breath’s requited ring,
wished upon the same star
in
each other’s resolves
Dozens of glass pieces glittered all over the floor.
A photo of their
wedding day lay bare between her feet.
She felt its nakedness warping it
gently in the soft breeze breeze,
blowing from her mother-in-law’s room. It was
an omen. She painstakingly collected
all the pieces, and meticulously
joined them together with superglue.
Once again the photo was vacuumed
away from the sands of time.
The bonding though, looked as though it was
disintegrating.
The internet has morphed
into a fickle friend,
warping reality
in subtle, social ways,
that no one could foresee.
The internet has morphed
into a worldwide web
that manipulates you;
bombarding you with posts
that only tout one view.
The internet has morphed
into a confidant,
with sympathetic ears
who is omnipresent;
crying emoji tears.
The internet has morphed
into a platform with
its own identity,
in a fictional place:
selling serenity.
I cannot see untainted,
The world without the warping windows.
I fail to make, for I am merely
An illusion of inconsistencies
Stolen from society.
I wonder how open a mind can be before its brains
start to
spill.
The buttons on a blouse,
the proportions of her face,
the rules of a tennis court,
Lost in this familiar place.
The simple essay makes me think.
A pen out of ink.
We shrink.
What will happen when I experience
The real world?
Get a grip
And grow up.