Too keep one honest,
As much as one can face,
A poet uses irony
To offset this.
The words told me
What I really think of me.
There is no place to hide
In a Hello world
I can't say I'm fantastic,
Only an utterance of many
Things I could borrow from
Silence.
At the forefront I can read the poetry
I write, and face my true mirror, the inner works of me
Cascaded by bold words.
Hypothesis me, words equally
Distributed
And the work is an unfinished verse,
And sometimes I can't face myself,
The words escape me.
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 4:02 AM UTC
I prayed daily
Into the notes taken from
The trapped soul:
Take me as I am
And who I become
Is ours,
I know no moon that has
Not endured your
Friendships
And alone was always a choice.
I speak poetic
Into the flesh that I cannot
But dream away....
I flow into the river's edge
And the rocks wither
As moments
Whisper eternal,
Life is a word
The love a Sonnet
And the poet lives the poem.
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 5:43 PM UTC
Pieces like scattered lumens
On black days,
Brighter than sunsets
Elongated on arched spines
Under the Saturday evening
Impression left upon
A lifetime......
Bits like kisses
On the nape where bodies
Trembled under passionate skies,
Under quarter moons
Luminous embrace
Where only life was made
By extracting the sweetest
Nectar of moments
Born in the constellation US.
Peice of me,
Peice of you,
Making life whole.
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 1:39 AM UTC
Hope float,
Like the poem you wrote,
Taking note
You put on the words coat,
Hope float,
The day you spoke
She, he, a little choked,
Your shirt tear soaked
And another poem wrote.
Hope float
On a grey day boat,
You napped then awoke
And alone while on the float,
Your heart spoke notes,
Another note you wrote,
Hope float,
Pains tender note,
Swan song loser goat poke,
Not the hero u had hoped,
Your lover with another eloped,
Your heart strings on a slope,
Don't play the dope,
Hope floats,
And poetry saved you.
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 9:23 PM UTC
Pouring....
Grey like April's ******
Amassing the draped sun
Until her thighs we're but shadow,
I cried unto the silent,
Inside the storm
Through eyes that
Mimic everyone and there
Is only peace outside.
Passionate doubled man,
Creeping pains like tidal
Drifts in the bipolar temple.
I am not
But there is no one inside to hear
The thoughts crying out
In the deepest wail,
Hear me, smile, walk by me,
You would never know
Inside me the fluxed,
And she is inside me gone.
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 9:08 PM UTC
Ney, I am the break
That nets a setting sun.
Beak of swalllows
Into turpentine waters,
Behind the glare of
The watching fern,
A whisper in the winding
Shade turning in itself....
In the remains of the day
Watching the meeting
And the stare of eyes
Stealing the fleece of gold
From unborn skies.
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 9:02 PM UTC
I was in the journey,
The road never taken
Dissolving regrets,
Finding myself in
The sorrow and knowing
A path less known
Through the glory of suffering.....
In the desolation
Hope stayed in a box,
In the different he became
The crescent tender
In a straight hell:
And then the nocturnal
Came and took him to
The poem of future prisons
And the Dedpoet became
A violent misconception.
Sleep nocturne:
The poet lay the man down,
And the poet will never know peace,
Because peace was disturbed.
And Dedpoet became a silence
In the desolation,
Wandering, wanted.....
On the run
And his poems numbered.
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
Dust of dawn, red of sun
Hell bent on losses winning
On chances.
I am the discoursed wind flowimg
Like waters edge
Over lost eyes and questions
Remain,
Silence happens
And laced within the legend
Of never was.
Why didnt I?
Haunted happens too.
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 2:59 AM UTC
Extraction,
Time in its parcels
Permissions passing,
Against the atomic
There is no saviour...
Willing And Deadly
Because there was no
Choice in the beginning.
Born of grains
Lasting blinks that rarely
Resonated with soils eroded
And land scapes are the life
Watching droplets of flesh
Flash like embers
Nothing is sudden
And forever is just a life
Regretting being in the
Moments
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 8:38 AM UTC
Far away.
Just on the other side
Of a grey rainbow,
Under a canopy
Of children smiling
Longing for yesterday.
I am home everywhere.
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 8:05 PM UTC