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Ranger kessel Poems
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Ranger kessel 18m
Solace
At once understood,,
I am finding solace
In colors
Leaking out of me.
Surface red, underneath
& in between,
Some things white.
Others blue & green
It is all so right.
Puff lips smack
In shades of mean.
Everything stands that would
Or could end just right.
In whisker of night.
Shined from beam
& whispered in fright
I am free, hallow whispers
Breathe for me,
Clouding shapes I wish
I could see.
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 11:32 PM UTC
I imagine a satellite
orbiting in sanctity of
unrefined solitude.
sullen, random formations
A warm calculus beating
in unresolved reason.
Ponder when it will
indulge pride
& plunge
through the atmosphere,
succumbing to loose
denial of its own gravity
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 9:48 PM UTC
wake her color’s in my hair
eyelids tight against the sand
rainbows floating in the air
beams falling through my hand
wings spread, they’re not really there
lymph is dry & we withstand
speakers speaking i don’t care
she’s invited every single strand
wake up grounded in my head
jagged rainbows still ahead
softest colors like she said
tying knots in strings & in thread
we’re here but we’re not really there
headlines written & misread
static breaking silent prayer
rosaries whispered left unsaid
wake up her color’s in my hair
caught in a rainbow sequins are all red
we’re here but we’re not really there
sad voice speaking softly in my head
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 9:44 PM UTC
pearl ibis
cloistered wings
withdrawn
in elegant embrace
pearl ibis
in my heart
chiffon
refined in lace
pearl ibis
stately
in the dawn
elemental grace
pearl ibis
bristle whiskers
painted in wavy sun
softly singing swan
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 1:03 AM UTC
wishing and hoping it was you
stitching wounds beneath twilight’s moon
nimble fingers knitting pearled hue
in the forest, mosses wet paint mystic dew
dripping green and gone too soon
backwards spinning threaded new.
wishing and hoping it was you,
mending wrinkles in evening’s gloom
pinning printed fabrics hung anew
wishing and hoping it was you
falling hair in garden bloom
petaled soft in perfumed blue
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 12:58 AM UTC
When your eyes tear in the morning,
light runs from you.
twists around
changing hues
When you've had warning,
when your virtue
crumbles before you
When dawn fades away,
or when they hurt you...
Your flag flies
tattered and grey
When the hatred you've kept at bay
becomes longing,teardrops ensue,
Watery stains on
portraits you drew.
When the tide calls for you
spear pierces your side
it drains from you
there is nowhere to hide
I will run to you
I will save you
steer mercy to ground
You have rescued me
I will shine for you
Unleash the Heavens,
before we are drowned.
I will run to you
we will start anew
our own island,
alone in the sound
You have rescued me
in the morning
with the love
we have found.
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 12:56 AM UTC
Sometimes tomorrow’s stained with yesterday’s eyes.
The sun will still rise, its nothing new.
Wore out your sorrows,lived through the lies.
Weak are the fingertips comforting you.
Dry is the river, keeping you there.
Cracked are the wings flying to you.
Reaped all the crops, you needed to sow.
Fell from the sky, a warning flare.
Slipped in the wind, let it all go.
Standing in meadows praying for rain.
Soft is the blade twisting through you.
Tired are the wounds bringing you pain.
Sometimes tomorrow’s smeared with black.
Dry are the veins pumping through you.
Slipped through your fingers, it’s not coming back.
Sometimes tomorrow’s better left alone.
Secrets you kept, will punish you.
Left to the fate you’ve stitched and sewn.
Sometimes you wake up,it cuts through you.
Puncturing skin, it’s nothing new.
Sometimes tomorrow,will bleed for you.
Sometimes tomorrow’s stained with yesterday’s eyes.
The sun will rise, its nothing new.
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 12:51 AM UTC
I think I liked it better when you
Were all paper doll and fancy cuts
In whispered distance.
Waking here in wet pillow dreams,
Silhouettes in shades of darkened moons.
Jagged scissors tearing clumsily
Across the bow, I miss the stealth
Of your wild lies.
damage kit hanging on the
Wall, unopened I will oblige
Salve and gauze.
Jagged edges will annoy
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 12:44 AM UTC
Have you ever lost someone
Tethered to blue?
Wrinkled and drowned?
Secrets of two
Tossing in sun?
Cathedrals of silence
Echo quiet in
Murmured voices of you.
Three becomes one,
Leather, sueded
hearts abound
Secrets of you,
Burning in wayward sun
I can't see it if it's true.
I love you.
Always
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 12:41 AM UTC
You caught me in bird sheet surprise.
Rolling fat on tired floor.
Anxious bottles rattling door.
Living in angst with coke bottle roar.
Covered in sweat and warm
Bottle eyes.
Slow of your roll
Popping cork bottle flies.
It is comfortable here.
Ever close but not really near.
Your star is sharp
And blue hole scarred.
Ripping pink.
I need an affidavit.
A reason.
A cause.
A plum ****** apogee.
An orbit.
A costume.
A dead skull review.
Of numbness and spins.
Smeared wet across soiled napkins.
Disguise.
In this grace,
Blessings sign wicked circles
Scarred across my face
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 12:23 AM UTC