FREEFLOWING
sprawling
unsentimental
yet compassionate
the mystery
of consciousness
the pictorial
deciphered
in
the
discovery
by
the thrill
of a
lost world
more perfect
in season
heartwarming
with
chaotic energy
of
free-flowing
fantasies
alight
to
bring
alive
the
impossible
to imagine
the hysterical
in
the historical
An attic full holding me earthbound
thunderous applause without virtue of sound
looming overhead no room left for expansion
Wall to wall misery held without ransom
Offering no absolution a glut of misspent thought
Imaginary treasure that offered truely naught
Unsentimental clearing of all that doesn't define
Filling up anothers with that which never filled mine
Walking teeth gritted the packed aisles of a store
Illusory pleasure long since a bore
There is nothing I need no thing that I want
to pile overhead in my sleepless bed taunt
Instead I will deal with what needs being dealt
feeling in full what needs feeling felt
Squarely defining from here ever after
As I strip it away rafter to rafter
Freeing my house ,my psyche,my heart
Knowing what I will or will not part
It's a process each day I seek to unearth
What lies buried beneath commerce and mirth
No laughing matter
Unsentimental
Overcast this Saturday the clouds are light grey
letting in light on the dark water.
Only one ship anchored in a bay this morning
It is high in the water, waiting for a birth to fill
the cargo holds with stuff from one port to another.
The ship has a black funnel with two red rings
she is elderly and needs a lick of paint, probably
from my time in the merchant navy.
I was not a good sailor, was impatient to reach a port
any port would do, as long as I got ashore
away from the floating gossiping village, freedom!
Settled in my old age, I see the futility of sea life.
Feeling so unsentimental, unaffectionate.
No love for thee, no love from me,
Not tonight, nor momentarily.
Feeling so bored, all alone.
No love for me, no love from thee,
Never now, nor eternally.
Feeling so silent, contemplation.
No love for thee, no love for everybody,
Not forever, nor currently.
Feeling so subconsciously lonely.
No love for me, no love from anybody,
Never today, nor momentarily.
There is a place harbored solely by my heart.
It is peaceful, unhurried, free of every fear.
'Tis magnitudes more when you are near.
There is a calmness and serenity about you
that is all-seeing, penetrates my very being
and fixes me on what's worth achieving.
If I listen with mindful intent,
I can hear counsel whispered gentle.
It is direct, seasoned, and unsentimental.
Humbled, graced I am to host such a heart
with a place that pathfinds my course.
In humility I praise and thank the source.
I remember some walks have no route
Some monsoons no rains
Some hearts had no longing
N some brains no logic
I remember some eyes have thirst
N some cheeks weren't moist
Some letters we're unsentimental
N some nibs drew a line betn this n that
I remember those books piled up n up
N written words weren't meant to be read aloud
Some souls were mortal inhuman
But those bodies buried still felt immortal
I remember retelling stories dat I loved
N some stories I tell scatter ur worries
Over the grave of ur stories
These are just for fun...I am trying my hand at them!
DROMEDARY'S NAIL POLISH
camel enamel
SMALL UNSENTIMENTAL HORSE
stony pony
WILD DOG LANGUAGE
dingo lingo
INEBRIATED POLECAT
drunk skunk
HOG'S MUSIC PLAY DATE
pig gig
SPICY WILDCAT
peppered leopard
FELINE HEAD WEAR
cat hat
OUTSTANDING MARSUPIAL
awesome possum
iconoclastic, aortic valves..
toppling through stone nerves
seperate the steel brow, the cement
tongue
and holy mother from her child.
yet still the public squares give birth,
doing a little more with the willing.
see the skinny ones wander.
all those holy incarnate youth who
highlignt
the shadows at night with their dark
hooded coats.
some have pockets filled with tin saviors,
some condoms and some ciggerett's.
shake, shake, rattle and shake.
robotic graffiti filled fist poured out like
liquid
prayers forgives a few of the more
common spaces.
ugly bertha with her iron curtain veiled
about
her spray painted in rich angelic colors
refuses
to remain silent any longer.
unvielling her aged face, revelling the
gray mortered
lines who crippeled so many.
ugly stomped out bertha crumbling
naked into every public square.
she cry's a little from her unsentimental
paved skin.
all those sterile cinderblocks baptised
and forgiven
with the rattle of a tin can.
tagged and made holy under the
lamplights with shades of
citron and bright orange.
The flow you bestow
makes all structure go
with spirit-popping visions
stalking from my mind
like henchmen, soul-blind
forcing destructive collisions.
Molecules vibrate
this atomic plate
until tissues charge right through
the fiber of all
meshed tight to enthrall
within this cosmic rendezvous.
Why I fail to see
pending gravity
bearing down upon my head
baffles patron saints
with cursing complaints
insisting I'm already dead.
Amoral, without a reciprocal scope to feel joyfully full;
grasping greed, and shunning the idea of giving it all.
Unsentimental, with unsound thoughts turned to darkness and evil;
a void very deep, where feelings don't float, but drop like gravel.
Amoral, hiding inside a fortification without foundation and belief;
knowing exactly when tragedy completes the destruction of self.
Self-centered, only seeking vague and temporary gratification;
ignoring the devine source, which grants any soul illumination.
Amoral, trashing self-esteem to avenge an injustice, which grew into a long grievance;
stealing affectionate glances and kisses of intimacy without considering repentance.
Unmindful of hurtful comments and words that make you invincible, coercive and powerful;
love seems just a senseless, subliminal emotion, or another meaningless and empty word.
Amoral, and rejecting any solace offered, bitterness is not tasted in your strong poison;
and gulping it down, it only satisfies your thirst for inconsideration and total alienation.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
I regurgitate thoughts
That have no meaning
becoming circumcised from pain
And irregular breathing.
If I had loved you
Then why am I still healing
Unsentimental thinking
Has rendered me unforgiving.
A self appointed angel
Has began pilfering my demons
And the part of me you borrowed
Now hopes yours will stop beating.