I seek to receive what I can never retrieve.
There must be a cure.
Ultimately what I abhor, I adore.
I must be a masochist, locking myself in your chains.
Nearing the verge of fracture,
I can no longer withstand pretending nor your pretension.
I have been your consistency when you needed me.
My patience has expired, wishing for love to retire.
Poured into a bottomless cache.
A release, some relief, if I must let go.
Too burdensome for my soul to bear at length.
Comfort in leaving the truth in your ear.
Now your response, allow me to predict.

When logic begins to listen to the heart,
What it wants, what it will never have,
Cannot leave the past to rot,
The cycle should have turned to soil by now,
Nothing grows, no richness sown,
Infected by the traces that blight the new.
Irruptive, I’m indignant.
Hell hath no fury like a woman ridden with malady.
Bore by your compression,
bet you wish you could reverse.
Wasn’t such a wise exercise.

More random bits

It’s cruel to guard the truth
All the measures we take to delude ourselves,
Clung to undue hope,
Would be better spent letting go…
But you never know
Won’t let this impediment take control.


This robot heart is revived,
Knots tied and winding tighter,
Answers unknown are grating my skin,
Hung up my sanity,
I didn’t want to be,
Pushing pushing pushing,
If I could infact retract,
I’ve been attempting to recoil,
Impede the incoming,
To reclaim my barren state,
Deflect your desiccated dialogue.

I have finally forced time to rekindle my habitual writing.

Didn’t see a struggle,
When it came to fighting feelings for you,
suppression isn’t easy as planned,
designed to be deliberate,
transient
now an unconventional compulsion,
I find myself acting,
Before thinking,
Admission refusal,
Convincing myself confused,
A dissoluting dissuasion,
I can’t lose you even if wish to,
When I’m waning, I want you more

As clumsy as we are,
a lesson in primacy,
shedding trivial principles
and sovereign intuitive instincts.

I have managed to sneak some poetry into my current design project. Seems the only way I could find the time to write these days.

1.
I will defy
set restrictions
in place by someone else
standards I refute
forego forbearance
contrived for contrition
so long i’ve been desisted by decorous decree
free to follow through uninhibited
activate the unabashed

2.
A day to negate
which i belied at night
a furtive fervour
too much trouble to trace
tepid and taciturn
steps to stave the morose maudlin

3.
Just a quick confusion
before notes start to blur
longing to be left
clinging to the crimson
light in a familiar valley
a chimera in bloom
emotive and alive
married to the paper
crinkled under heavy pens
has sworn its secrecy
most diligently
didactic dictionary staring back at me
the words come with fluidity

I’ve got a lot of pain,
That I work hard to disguise,
Behind each smile,
There lies a suppressed strain

I can feel it coming on,
With a shiver down my spine,

So many wonder why,
But I can’t explain,
Like some fucked up phenomenal eclipse,
With the moon rising, the gnawing starts
I am powerless to its resolute army
Despite defeat, it ceases to deter me.

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I can be as still as a statue,
frozen as a deer caught in headlights,
it's no surprise,
the product of my mechanical insides,
enacted as a camouflage,
the fear of being noticed,
but never wanting to fade.

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You shouldn’t worry I have been unfastened for eons,
But I will forever be able to cradle the one I used to love,
And still watch you leave in the morning,
You might not understand,
But I can live like this,
go years with an absent kiss,
I wouldn’t prefer it that way,
If there’s another choice, I am unaware.

I wouldn’t know what to do with a man like you,
How would I cope?
I’m not used to being copasetic
Cohesive
Molded into what being alone has made me,
Irresolute.
Holding out for something supreme,
I quit taking in the rogues,
A sharp halt to rationing provisions,
Stay open, stay hoping,
Optimism has long abandoned,
But I’ve settled into a blissful unconsciousness
I know nothing but self-reliance.
Everything italics
I kill the idea before it swells,
and wait for someone to hunt me.

We were just kids,
You were a slum I visited out of pity,
during a mission to alleviate my conscience,
Your actions nothing less than contemptible
No matter how much you profess to have reformed,
You are just as misguided as you ever were.
It’s a relief that you’ve discovered you’re inadequate,
Because I’m not strong enough to turn away a beggar in need.

Would it make a difference,
If I bullshit,
What sequence in the universe would shift?
How would you ever know?
Humanity has lost me,
Who would want to be a part?
A society of surface design,
Nothing beyond esthetic,
It’s fucking pathetic,
We’re all too lazy to make a change,
too disinterested to say anything,
attention consumed by our romance with technology,
in love with robots and onscreen personalities
pedophiles and online predators,
could be charming in conversation,
choosing sterile over tactile,
without delay,
I prefer the touch of human flesh,
A prolonged climax,
A physical caress
Nothing is more magnetic,
Chemistry can’t be cumulated via automation.
artificial simulation cannot emulate legit stimulation.

3 Separate tangents, but presented in one go for a quick catch-up!

All this time, I’ve managed to compartmentalize

Keep you out of mind,

Still I hold a shred of hope,

That maybe in the future,

I will be your bric a brac
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How untamed you’ve become,

It’s laden in your ancestry, A life I long to live,

You construct the profundity I seek,

An exemplary example,

With passion you preach your practice,

Adventure on your tongue,

It’s written in our history,

A connection not undone,

Compulsion to coincide with nature’s implicit delicacy,

We fight for the same team,

Years before we nought knew the venues we’d explore,

Would align our paths.

It’s impossible to ignore your ubiquitous masculinity.

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Let me take one moment to address this,

Your impetuous impediment,

Winding yourself in a wheel,

Derailed and headed for destruction,

Too eager to please,

Too egoistic to lift a finger,

Fuck the endeavor to salvage,

May the feeble fall,

If they shatter, you won’t answer the call.

Every woman for herself.

A trite tactic,

Contrived from discordance

A status change, the real reason has a name,

and she’s true to your tastes.

I'm so fucking tired of this,
letting my heart take precedence,
it only curls up next to trouble,
sleeping with an enemy that I know will crush me,
the lengths I bend and extend to please another,
simply sentence me to suffer,
is it a choice?
is the will my own?

A family full of fakes,
if the truth is too painful,
they can't face it.

I like you because you never shield what is real,
I'd rather the injury than the indemnity,
the ones I love are liars,
how am I expected to just accept it?

This spoon you've thrust down my throat,
I've tried to spit out, but you keep forcing your inculcated fiction.

Please bring me amnesty, spare me a life of expurgation,
a profession of pacification.
I won't visit you on the isle of denial.

And I curl up, close my eyes and imagine a cocoon,
crawling up around me,
like a second skin that I can escape in,
turn on the sound, slow and considerate,
my mind racing forward,
scenes, substance of only dreams,
withering under the realm of reality,
inconceivable, simply not feasible.

(A vessel with no words, a shell scratching pen, making hapless marks. Dry is the opulence, drank by avaricious others, til pockets aplenty. Left to remain inane, thought to have surmounted. Your surrogate muse, in proclivity, you address me + I adhere, wishing to remove the label, but it's sewn so deeply.)

This poem doesn't feel finished yet, although I've got nothing to add at the moment.

We can’t leave the past alone,
But still progress,
Have we any traces of who we used to be?
Untied all the knots to each other,
I can’t unfasten myself from you,
I’m tired of giving and not getting back
Impossible to ascertain how far your feelings extend,
Our faces grinning at one another,
Weightless inclination in my chest,
I reel and refrain, from what my body begs me to do,
instead I wait for you to move,
at this rate, we are travelling nowhere,
but safely where we can be upheld,
and composure comes easily.
My absent mind betrays me to amuse you,
As long as I make you laugh,
I’ll be the object of ridicule.

Always a little too honest,
Far too eager to share,
A desire to please you,
Overrides my obstinacy.

Live a humble life,
meandering in melancholy,
a break in the sashay, in an artificial way.
I can't tell a story,
but I follow the strings,
they tug and tear at my heart,
a palpitating interruption,
I dug out the tincture,
a subtle strum is soothing,
the weakness is waning,
warrant of a wraith.
Everybody wants an echo,
a record to beat,
a sudatory heat.

Are you evading me?
Did I rupture the unscathed surface, of some contented plateau?
where were we traveling?
never setting foot beyond safety,
I am tired of not taking action,
but I don't want to take advantage of your ambivalence,
it frustrates me that you live between extremes, no fluctuation,
your lyrics mislead, falsifying personality.
when it's only endless flat topography.

I went home and to see my wonderful friend Veronica get hitched in Cuba over the Easter break. Some writing went down and were recorded in my travel book. Here are my thoughts as they appear.

As you can tell by the title/scribbles, I wrote this on a very bumpy bus journey.

Being outside on a beautiful day is very conducive to poetry flow.

Why not amalgamate a couple of ostracized poems that have been sitting on the sidelines!

It's all just noise,
in my ears, I can't focus,
invading my sleep,
they are getting through to me,
I've gotten so good at forgetting you exist.
Making up my mind,
then recant.
Answers while cataleptic,
this could be a disaster.
Asphyxia contigo.
Assay with a closed eye.
What is your intent?

I have it, but I will lose it as soon as..
if you don't cultivate it,
it needs attention.
Cannot expect me to carry a penchant for an unresponsive party.
I dropped the atom,
but you must be bomb-resistant.
I didn't take shelter,
slivers of skin and shrapnel.
greeted by apathy,
Your equivocality is infuriating.
Just another incision in the framework.

I miscalculated your predilection for our antiquity.