Yet Creating the vesper of Imaginations is such Beauty,
lies in the dry foliage of life’s blighted,dull rooted plant,
Tired oft my longing desires,bounded,warmth and more
Is My soul quiet silence as past winds to me never more
To soothe the Body,nor the frame of its tangled fairness be
Nah! Nah! the muse’s never its spirit die,O’ muse
The adroit hero,the long traveler the widest of his destined degree..
Where strives he,and whom visits many roads to desired joy…his joy!
Yet,many as rejections, I am now, O’save me muse from
Wheresoever i seeks the nations pride,to accompany my quest and let
knowledge surging here yet suffering like meteors awhile,
This, this soft,my soul can’t bear,
But by my dreams so beautiful as I can,dreams worth,worth,
As I writ in water!
When you come closer to me
And I just take a step inward! and kiss thee!!
Come forward be the western isle side,then east and west!
Then forward unbolt,my feelings,my tortures and hide n’t to time,
As none dare stop moving it any,yet come dare my muse..
From that hopeful sanctuary u shall clad,
And when my eyes are fill to guess
Thence You come closer me....
My sisters are an hour fifteen late
And I've been shopping for coats so long
That I'm starting to measure the worth of my weight in their wool
I feel your rejection surround me when the XL doesn't fit just right
So I throw it back on the hanger and try not to look at myself in the dressing room light
I sit down on the bench half defeated
I found a grey one I like
Fits me perfect and I look good
Until I turn to the side
But I'll take it cause its classy and nice
I can feel their stares on me as they walk by
So I stop looking at my phone long enough to catch their eye
Let them know their judgement hasn't gone unseen
Cause I can sense what they're thinking
Or maybe call it paranoia
But when your co worker calls you beautiful
And the lady waiting on her paint
Pulls a card out her purse and says, "Beautiful but not healthy. I can help you lose weight"
And you stand there with your mouth gaped
Because this was the icing on top of your shit cake
Cause this week your man cheated on you
But showed no remorse
And a stranger woman saw you
As a product to endorse
And it took fifteen coats
Just to feel alright
After pulling at your fat in the fluorescent light
And the woman picking out the flannel pants
Made you think of last Christmas, placing them in his hands
And the music above your head
Held no holiday cheer
Just another reminder that you're ending this year... alone
And you forget to remember he has a new home
And you spent a split second wondering if he wished he were here
And you know why he doesn't when you look in the mirror
So I pick myself up
With my coat in my arms
Walk behind my sisters having a conversation of their own
I'm mostly invisible but that's the way we've grown
Laugh a few times, lay thick on the charm
Because they don't have time for shit weeks or broken hearts
When somehow holding it together feels a lot like falling apart.
We have become a nation of Tennessee fainting goats,
muscles freezing in the panic of social discord,
poised on the cusp of dread, eyeing a mass grave.
In the end no one really dies, the only dilemma being unpardonable
poverty, needless hunger and children born with drug addiction,
pawns in a chess game of life lacking raison d'etre.
And shall I live my span leaving no mark upon history?
What occlusion obstructs human decency in this land of riches,
barricades the impassable gulf, as if echoing a distant waterfall?
I have walked this sidewalk to where it ends and seen the destitute.
How the poet in me shudders and like the fainting goat,
collapses in the sadness of our mutual story, our personal holocaust!
Ambling through this life alone,
It costs me little sleep,
Retaining friends like water,
Doomed to drag me to the deep.
Solitude's my prison,
And my fortress too,
Denying me both joy and love,
But keeping me from you.
Through your beauty and your smile,
You brought me naught but pain,
I let you through the walls I'd made,
I won't do it again.
And friends are little better,
Their whispers at your back,
Willing you to shatter,
Willing you to crack.
Frozen smiles and empty words,
They know not that they lie,
For it's them that ring the bells,
When the end is nigh,
Maybe though I utter false,
I know deep down it's true,
This back and forth in my heart,
As I think it through.
I can't escape the ruin of men,
My head can't rule my heart,
Existing in cold limbo,
Not at the end nor start.
I cannot stand to stay alone,
But something holds me back,
From joining with the masses,
On the well-worn track.
While my hopes lose out to fears,
I'll stay a single man,
Unable to both loathe and love,
Without a master plan.
I amble through this life alone,
And it costs me all my sleep,
Retaining doubts like water,
Doomed to drag me to the deep,
Retaining doubts like water,
As I spiral to the deep.
it is said that
a prophet finds no honor
in his own country
their hard truths
are heard as a
threatening to melt
the caked wax
blocking the closed
intolerant ears of
once found no
in his homeland
his people driven
from their land
gobbling the land
people from villages
and regions they
since the dawn
spilling Zulu blood
into roiling rivers
petitions of the
the blood of
against the innocent
by corralling them onto
where rivers do not
flow, grass never grows,
game cannot graze;
only the dust doth blow
riddling the captives
with torments of
mocking the speakers
of mother tongues with
the fained eloquence
of bastardized Afrikaans
the dominion of the
and affirmed by exiling
a people from their land,
outlawing their language,
dividing the nations into
a fallacy of separate
destinies where a forgetful
history blessed with amnesia
will anoint the conquerors
with the spoils of abundance
stolen from the vanquished
Madiba spoke of these things
and was awarded a prison
cell for twenty seven years
but the hostages of feigned
justice are always destined
to be freed by the arrival
of an accepted truth
set free by the very words
prisons cannot contain truth
steel bars cannot imprison
the idea of divine justice
it slips through the smallest openings
like a wafting fragrance of the first day of spring
it saws away at the rust strewn steel bars
like the surest movement of a master carpenter’s arm
it melts the thickest links of iron chains
in the fiery forges that burn in the hearts
of all freedom loving people
the truth of justice
is born and takes flight
on the wings of history
covering the globes
nesting in the most
and mean estates
on God’s good earth
truth and reconciliation
can never be separated
planted together to grow
healthy nations and
trust and restoration
Madiba, you always
found honor with
the salt of the earth
the children of light
who seek to dispel
the darkness of
we continue to
walk your way
guided by your
we take the first steps
asking liberators to join
with oppressors, pairing
in a magnanimous walk
along wholesome pathways
perceiving the buena vistas
of reconciled communities
of peace, equality
and justice for all citizens
I caught a fleeting glimpse of Madiba
as he rolled by in the Canyon of Heros
showered under a June blizzard of confetti
and a resounding acclimation of love.
I was a plebe inhabiting a lower floor
Broadway office, yet my station blessedly
brought me closer to Madiba. As he passed
I was moved by his miraculous smile and felt
the colossal reverberations of his waving arm
triumphantly hailing the sweet freedom of
liberation all hostages of feigned justice
exude in the vindication of divine justice
enraptured in the joy of affirmed truth.
we are enriched
and blessed for
the time you walked
the good fight
for we shall resume
the climb to
the next mountaintop.
Well done Madiba
Rolihlahla “Nelson” Mandela
7/18/18 - 12/5/13
Ladysmith Black Mombazo
This heavy infatuation
like fusion to the core,
rising and falling
lightly between fingertips.
And if I listen hard enough,
I can hear your heartbeats
in another galaxy,
a million miles away.
You taught me what this feels like
and then how it feels to lose it
You showed me who I wanted
and then who I wasn't.
You ticked every box
and drew a line.
You weren't mine to begin with
and then not to end with.
You looked like everything I wanted
and then became something i hated.
You get thought of almost every day
and at that
not in a good way.
You let me leave
and I'm happy you did.
Then you almost killed me
but I didn't die.
You broke my heart into pieces
but I put them back together.
And now it's a shield
it keeps the bad feelings out.
You threw my trust in the dirt
stomped on it and spit.
I picked it up off the ground
washed it's scars and
hung it to dry.
And it's still scarred forever.
And so am I.
And it's still hard.
But I didn't die.
The vast pavements
The wide roads
The narrow side walks
all lead to you.
The weather tells me to stay indoors,
somewhere safe and quiet and sound
but my heart beats like a drum
and so I follow
As I walk towards you, I see
one lamp post dimly litted.
I see the clouds moving slowly,
to the other side of the world.
I see a couple, gazing at each other
deeply in love.
And yet I don't see you.
Thoughts race through my mind
but I still move on.
put in your hand and
t u r n t h e k e y)
keepthenightmaresout (dreaming of the things we could do if you were here and we were alone)
givememouthtomouth (dreaming of how you taste and what it sounds like when you m o a n )
ican'tlivewithoutyou (dreaming of the shadows your hair would make on our skin )
takemetoyourhouse (dreaming of the bruises i'd most certainly allow you make on my neck)
take me home (take me away from these people just let me be with you )
you're my faerie queen (you're justlikeanANGEL)
not a queen, a khaleesi
pale and perfect (your skin makes me cry)
and stars (and croon-sing like Amanda Palmer does into her red little ukulele)
don't cut yourself
because you're perfadorableamazingmagical and a million other things
and your blood is precious
(your skin is precious,
you be careful with it
while i wait for you
from far away)
just like your face
and your hair and how you talk to me (how you speak is wonderful even when you get angry about things and swear like a sailor your words sound lovely and your accent is adorable and your voice is perfect i love hearing you speak to me)
about sharja smut fanfics and beautiful finnish people and how you just vaguely say "doing the thing" and dimplegrin at me
because I am usually vague like that
everything I've ever wanted (i've found myself alone alone a l o n e
across a raging sea
it stole the only girl I loved; drowned her deep inside of me)
you're just like a dream
just like a dream
but hey i like writing cute sexy attempts at poetry to keep myself awake in that class.
featuring lyrics from CocoRosie, The Cure, Daughter, and Radiohead, if you look hard enough. i regret that i always have to use other people's lyrics to add to my shit writings.
also additions and revisions only this tired feeling could create
written Nov 8, 2013.
i want to help you not be afraid
not in a pushy bossy sort of way, (like the others go about it,)
poking and prodding you
when you're hurt
and saying "that's foolish, don't be afraid of that,
that's a stupid thing to do"
but because you're simply so wonderful that i don't want you to ever have to be afraid
I want to be able to hold you
and whisper softly into your ear that everything's alright
and that you don't have to be scared
and to grin at you
and kiss your hair
and for you to just never have to be afraid of anything that is not here and now, nor anything that ever existed in the past. (if you're ever in danger i'll protect you from it with my life)
not anything ever.
(til i'm with you then, i'm with you there,
sweetly buried in your jet black hair
you're no Johanna
but i'll steal you)
i want to fix you
i want to help you never feel broken ever again (this is my damned hero complex and i know it)
(I have never been very mechanically inventive, but i like fixing broken things, i always have to be the hero, be Alice, but in real life it's not like that and one must put away childish things and notions)
i want to help you overcome this
because what did i ever do in some past life to deserve a chance to love a soul as wondrous as yours
Courtney gets scared and i cannot help her from all the way in america
a long time ago some schoolteacher gave her necrophobia from being so horrible when supposedly teaching them about the holocaust, and now she has issues sometimes with things like nazis and gory television and sometimes she gets dreadfully stressed out thinking about death and i don't really know because she doesn't talk about it much but she got sort of triggered the other day and it was scary and i wanted to be there and hold her but i could not and it was awful
this isn't really poetry, this isn't even trying to be poetry, this is just me being sappy and honestly i have no idea
Tim Burton's Sweeney Todd and its gr9 soundtrack is eternally ruining my life here have some halfassed lyrics to Johanna with some of the words changed because i am not even sorry
also nearly directly quoting Memories from Alice: Madness Returns but pfft oh well