Avatars Amok!

I cast around and see strange shapes
Cutouts of our writing hopes
Of plastic surgery applied
To be seen from our best side
Interpretations with strange names

I see a long and tapered shadow
an arm thats waving a hello
who is this underhanded fellow

appologies SLIP

Too many years to count
Had passed
But there she was  
 
In a late night automat  
(isn’t that how it always starts)  
Looking like a painting
Cracked by too much light  
As she sipped her coffee
 
We talked all night  
In the ways of strangers  
Reacquainting, each hoping  
The other understood
What they missed before.  
She was a late-night loner  
Too caffeinated to see  
Beyond her lipstick-stained mug  
 
And me, I needed to feel warm  
 
“So, what do you do now”  
She asked nonchalantly  
I couldn’t say unemployed
Down and out between jobs
I could barely afford the coffee
We shared
I couldn’t take the pity  
Look on her face, again  
“Sales”, I explained  
Like it was an affliction  
A bane in my soul
 
She was gracious  
But knew I was lying  
Also knew deep down  
I would be gone by morning
 
She was still single—
We walked to her place  
Around the corner  
And for a time, I was warm  
Until light shredded the illusion  
Her eyes didn’t sting
Morning mist and dew  
She’d been here before  
Knew the routine  
Fed me good before I left  
 
“Don’t work too hard” she said  
Looking like an old painting
Cracked by too much light  
As she sipped her coffee  
 
Never saw her again after that-  
But heard years later  
She’d married pretty good
I hoped she'd finally found that thing  
I could never give her  
 
We were just too different  
And yet wanted so badly to love  
the other  
~
 
highlyfunctional  
highlyfunctional is one of the more unique poets on DU. His poetry springs from a reservoir of personal experience combined with human discovery and recognition of the human spirit when affected by unrequited love and carnal desire.   While many of his pieces are erotic, many more shadow noir, reflecting those black and white films of mystery, intrigue, and perils of love. Yet the underlying essence is desire for truth, the real deal of a relationship.  
 
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/highlyfunctional/

she dreams    
in pane-glass reflections      
between here and now    
lounging in the middle    
of how      
     
summer heat warms      
her memories, nights      
wrapped in his safe arms      
but of hospital echos    
and emptiness, too      
     
she burgeons    
from experience    
shadows life's lead    
garners meaning      
independently    
     
she desires a repeat      
so thick in dreamery      
the future appears oblique    
a vertigo sense of being      
     
If any balance exists      
it lies not beneath      
nor above her-      
but, in the second hand      
of each breath she exhales      
     
between life and death    
lies footfalls      
      
she plants each with grace    
and ineffable beauty of spirit      
an example to us all      
of how to carry on  
~    
     
     
Jemac    
'JeJe' is a quite, graceful writer sharing her hopes, desires, fears, and dreams from the tragedy of past experience.  Despite the pain of life, she walks in beauty and grace, sharing each footfall through poetry.      
     
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/jemac/

All I can see is fading brake lights as I swerve throughout the cars  
It’s time for late night pleasure seeking in some seedy run down bars
Right now I am unchaperoned, but will commit before this night is through  
Thinking if I close my eyes real tight then I’ll be sleeping next to you  
It's only entertainment, as pretty girls lift up their skirts  
When she lays herself across me, I'm quite uneasy as she flirts  
It's just another pair of tits, these aren’t her lips, these aren't her thighs  
And I’m undoubtedly aware that for sure these aren't her eyes  
 
With a quick spark the fire starts and the smoke fills up the room  
Watching as her face turns now intriguing to gloom  
I know that using her, only makes it seem more crummy  
But I slowly kiss her neck and make my way down to her tummy  
I touch her very softly and she says, “You know just what to do…”  
But the night was closing in so, “It might as well be you…?”  
With pinned out eyes I wonder could you bring these tears to laughter?
Is this who I’ve become, is this really what I’m after?  
Emotional brick walls help me stay out of the light  
Sanity; a full time job but...
I’m done with this crude night  
 

 
 
 
her metaphorical riot leaves no geometries  
& geographies…stands out at peaking ace  
in her varifold layering puzzling constructs  
of labyrinthing symbolic origamies to oozing  
in sensual molasses flown & blown & woven  
 
as thinning hips & swollen lips in twisted  
grips & turns of times that she prophetically  
freezes at astounding whims in screenshots  
of timeless love shimmering as golden dusts  
clumping & freefalling in her scaleless scapes  
where her poetic kinetics delves deep & fluent  
 
emotional veins she fibrillates & fluoresces  
resurface as heavily held lump of vacuuming  
lost & pasts in a cherishing album she holds  
dear in present's mirroring nearness..densely  
mishmashing as reflective junctions..knotted  
as hope in her soul’s unceasingly roaring seas  
of wisdom & love in search of visioned shores  
 
 
 
 
 
 
For Avatars Amok! comp. a small tribute to adored poetess & friend Layla  
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Layla/  

 

  
 
 
   
my love-personified eternal soul warrior    
orchestrates as Moz & chants the rebellious Pasolini  
in his rigorous warring battlefields with roaring    
wins attuned to the majestic Auden & Larkin    
& you know..  
   
   
his lightning arrival    
amidst all the brewing trouble    
flashes as the spectacle    
this awaited earthen girl…  
   
in solidifying    
from his eruptive raining absorbance    
rewriting forever the classics & definitions    
of the inexplicable love…in the clayey moulding    
sculpted eternities that we become    
in our eternal tryst..  

 a divine destiny    

   
his silhouetted boundlessness    
is in the severities of pasts'  ghostly    
brokenness …yet his propelling ahead    
in faith..firm hold he spells    
in love’s eternal labour    
treading the whatever spread    
rugged risky deceitful terrains--  
   
   
[by his garlanding syncretic synergies in love pure love    
he grows in enormities of a dense metaphorical jungle    
as his raw & robust fiery verses in red rimmed glowering    
bleed as hung & torn & exploding mortal fleshed rafflesia    
with a delicate ornate filled feeling somewhere in there    
so subtly nuanced in his deeply stitching verses .. pattern  
as slenderly arching finesse mimosa foliage pinnata..    
with musically swaying split-skirted butterfly ballerinas    
he sprinkles ethereal in a foraying kissing impression  
arousing as softly swollen pinkish inflorescence    
lipping in drowsy gluing drunkenness]  
   
   
--each footstep he carves out in loosened sands    
and bogging wetlands…seeds with profound chaos    
& etched red swords of philosophical questioning  
cutting sharp as aligning lasered composure    
   
and whenever forever he drums nomadic in primal    
beats of ecstatic love, humming & in holy hymning    
“there is always a light in the Indian Ocean”….awakens    
this Shakti in ageless devouted worship to him, her    
Shiva in thaandav…flaming saffron as the Welsh sun    
pervading her still stuck up high thighflowers parting    
in rhythmic beats to his sacred bugle thundering    
across their mountainous abode in eternal love’s    
resonance as timeless days & nights of Oneness    
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
For Avatars Amok! comp.  
the essence is all You..my Poet, my Love Eternal-Trouble_Loves_Me  
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Trouble_Loves_Me/  
 
 
 
 

 
 

beware …she seems a softened simple  
saint of silence at first sight …growing  
intricately exquisite as you gradually crawl  
inroads to her tenderly heavyloaded warps  
& wefts in a marring incursion inner you  
 
just its when her stuffed in uncontainably  
contained emotive-veined concealments  
unleash in a precisely scribed welsh assault  
deafeningly enlarging as a ticking darkness  
in an anytime potentially knocking down  
heady thunderstorm in a cup apocalypse  
sprawling elegant to be bloody exploded  
from a classic castle full of versed roses  
that her nuancedly easy skilled blooms  
of innate fragrance it bleeds breathes  
 
her drawing in voice as if finely extruded of  
patented & elusively hidden n-ingredients  
melds on the x-factoring mojo to her legend  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
For Avatars Amok! Comp.. & a lil tribute to my DU legend ev Poetess- Magdalena  
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Magdalena/