Desire and dreams,
lofty clouds casting distant shadows.
Momentary shades of calm,
convert to blinding flame.
-
Torpid question marks rearrange
exclamation points.
Hues of commas and periods,
vibrant adjectives and adverbs.
Grunts and growls of wildered existence.
Perpetual noise.
Such picturesque nonsense.
-
Belief of charging knights
and moonwalks
decay to disappointed waistlines
shaky hands,
confused with living.
What beautiful strangeness,
the prospect of becoming.
-
Do we chase the shadows or create our own;
flourish roots
with ardent fingers?
Imagine with ferocity
enriching curiosity?
-
Dig deep, my child, and know you're real.
Or don't
We are substance and shadow,
words of florescence.
Or won't
Disheartened by cruelty
unfamiliar reflections,
resigned to naked truth.
Or can't
Do we accept,
or will we refuse?
Inhaling why,
exhaling when.
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Blooming breaths
Horizons anew
Warmth of sun,
serenity of shade.
Jun 27, 2023
Jun 27, 2023 at 12:19 PM UTC
Seductive little lies
escape your lips
like lullabies.
Truth is but daydream
when I dance between
your thighs.
If morning comes,
I'll greet the sun
and wake
from toxic
ecstasy,
but until then
I'll say amen
and worship
every second
with a lustful
apathy.
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 10:18 PM UTC
Observe and absorb
that which
forges strength of heart.
Acknowledge and relinquish
toxic shackles
of your soul.
Be aware
of what you bear;
and immerse yourself
in honesty.
Gaze into
the parts of you
where fearless men
still quake with dread.
Determine
what will nourish
tales and pathways
yet to tread,
and cast aside
the demons
planting venom
in your head.
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 10:34 PM UTC
What can you hold,
with hands made of fire?
Attempting to warm
those lost in the cold;
pining to dispel
the darkest hallways.
Do I help,
or do I harm?
While intending
to inspire...
am I setting lives
on fire..?
Lonesome embers
leaping from my lips
and fingertips
of flint and steel...
should I keep them
to myself?
Passion spreads
like a forest fire,
Forgive me
if it burns,
I have so much
left to learn.
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 6:00 PM UTC
Lovely paths
aren't meant
to last.
The splendor
of a lily
will always
wilt away,
but...
perhaps
you'd prefer
a plastic one?
A forgery
of sincerity?
Meant to last
forever
on a shelf
collecting dust.
Tell me,
do you want to feel,
or lapse
into illusion,
imitating something
real?
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 10:51 PM UTC
How do you lay flowers
on a grave
of something still alive?
Haunted by
the amogheist,
do we mourn
or
should we rage?
To be aflame
in the throes
of passion,
warm and comfortable
only to remember
how cold
the world can seem
when fires
are extinguished.
Memory can be
a blessing,
or a curse.
Do we haunt
or are we haunted?
Left with words unsaid
and eyes
bathed of
fading moonlight.
Grateful to be reminded
of a flame
thought dead,
but lamenting
the knowledge
of how fleeting
it can
be.
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 7:07 PM UTC
Silence of the forest,
enchant my soul.
Halt the gears
of want and worry.
Muffle the
machinery of man.
Fill my ears
with bubbling brooks,
my eyes of
saplings in the shade,
instead of
plastic devastation,
a toxic counterfeit
of perennial progression
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC
There are dreamers
in the sunlight,
away from
beds of warmth.
Images and wonders,
a theater
of possibility,
performing behind
the eyelids
of modern
troubadours.
Poets in
moonlight,
but actors
by day,
weaving
fairytales
of color
in an age
imbuing
grey
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC
I will die,
but what am I?
There are footprints in the dust
behind me,
for a breath of seconds,
the span of decades.
They fade to breeze,
like echoes of a nameless lullaby.
I gaze at my hands.
The veins shrivel,
muscles deteriorate,
bones crumble.
In the minute vastness,
I see a reflection,
distorted by mortal
destruction.
I push forward.
Daunting truths
reverberating,
like hymnals.
My steps will,
one day,
cease leaving marks and
become part of
the dirt.
In a space of unlimited
light and sound,
What am I?
*“Your existence is a burgeoning leaf,
growing and breathing
to change with the passing of seasons
and one day…
Let go.
Carried by the wind
to destinations unknown."*
In a sea of vibrations and
energy,
what am I?
*"Moonlight in a shadowed forest.
Tenacious wind, unfurling sails.
A bird building nests
through a storm.
Impassioned tears, of a lost love.
The distorted reflection
staring back
at you.”*
Through all the screams
of arrogance
and shame,
An ethereal voice
continues to
chant.
What are we,
in a land of eternity?
*"You are more and less than egos know.
Countless footprints
are left to dust,
but each one in the same.
Every step
and grain of sand is
you."*
What are we
in such a fragment of the
cosmos?
What are we,
in such fleeting of moments?
*“I am everything.
You are everything.”*
One day I will die
…but what am I?
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 10:29 PM UTC
Leave me be,
enveloped and enraptured
by the poetry of silence.
A private island
in a sea of faces.
Wistful but aware,
between
elation and despair.
*Please forgive my
love of solitude.*
The people of this world,
too beautiful for words,
are better from a distance.
Their voices,
a far off fanfare.
I feel safer here,
beneath a shield of
tranquil secrecy;
keeping a heart slowly healing
from wounds of long ago.
I have no shame
to hide from pain.
Would you deny me solace,
nestled in a home
of loneliness?
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 10:29 PM UTC