Yonder pale sky
I ask you now why
you don't shed your skin
and show hid within
glory abundant?
Mine gaze redundant,
Hope make manifest
Renew interest
that I may see your
bright noontide splendour.
Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 8:20 AM UTC
My submission to the cosmos today is this
that the minor perturbation atop my vast desire
should not admonish but allow this verse
to see the light in this form of lexical representation
as it issues from my head through my fingers
and under my breath.
That limpness and idleness be banished hereof
from these words that attempt and do not fully fail
to seize the illusive grail of
frank effability.
As such,
Take heed and fear not frail heart of mine that once was lost
for now not only are you found but you are bound
to witness on behalf of
the triumph of longing
in the dark places.
The fumbling, groping, feeling around
when hope eluded you.
Now hope has won and wins again and again.
Faith, Hope and Love.
The greatest of these is now in the fight.
The greatest of these has thrown their gloves into the ring, fit and ready to bring it.
The greatest of these has got your back.
The greatest of these lift you up.
The greatest of these is what you were made for.
The greatest of these is many and splendoured.
The greatest of these is that somebody.
The greatest of these reigns supreme.
The greatest of these is the eternal, number one champion.
The greatest of these is all you need.
*
Belonging to a fold of yearners
As wide, as deep
as language itself.
Let my ambling
meta-critique
be as one more pebble
thrown
adding ripples
to the vistatic loch of contributions
on this theme
echoing, echoing
from the chaos afore time
to adjunct futures
within the Caves, Temples, Palaces
and 'Scrapers of Rhyme.
Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 7:54 AM UTC
like this.
Step 1.
Anticipate your audience. (Hi Pam)
Prove it with prudence
Unrelenting self-improvement.
Involuntary inducement (if it's slam)
Step 2.
Recite. Relapse. Reconvene. Review. Recommended.
Be always
obscenely you.
Step 3.
Edit you edict. Transform. Improve. Reprove.
Step 4.
Repeat.
Step 5.
Complete.
Step 6.
Submit.
Step 7.
Permit free interpretation.
Wait on high
see
what happens
upon the sea of words and waves of wisdom and rhythm.
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
My morning ritual complete.
Say a prayer.
Primed and ready to eat.
Slow down, chum
Else you feel down cast.
Slower. Slower.
Don't look so glum.
Or else breakfast
Will be consumed too fast.
And mireth the day
Yet not complete.
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 8:54 AM UTC
Tired.
All my life I am tired.
Tired of awaiting the call
tired to wait to be small
Next to another whose tall.
Tired of trying and waiting and doing all my life
in the thrall
of the wait
to challenge the looming debate
and crying my eyes
To sleep.
Too Late.
For time slows to a creep
and winds all my life.
I am tired
and waiting
all my life
to sleep.
Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 6:20 PM UTC
Oh Frail Heart! Where mine iniquity dwells.
Have you not reach for the sun?
Have you not strength to scale the moon?
My heart, have heart, and do not swoon.
Beelzebub has not cast such clouds yet
That should induce the cry:
Alack! Please take me soon.
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 4:23 PM UTC
Rippled and waxed with want
Flesh un flesh
Desire lines
And drives.
She’s in the backseat
Unervously
Takes doesn’t placates
Sharp left
She swerves
I swerve (swine)
Not to the right
Flashes, beams of light.
Piercesome lights
Flooding the nights
A Borealis got naught
On this blight.
Shadowed beasts collide.
Oh. Look. Crash.
At the wake.
Desire still breathes.
This time though
On her knees.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 12:32 AM UTC
In mid morning dew
Why find you so sullen?
it's of no regret to see
you beacon of blasphemy
when all I's want is
one short
token of indulgency.
Frequent my life
ift you do but dare
respend my strife
if you dost care
weren't it so strange a thing
if by now twere bought a diamond ring
without learning you by now
acquiescent knowledge acsertained
but how?
You are a rose of sorts combined
a fleetful and enormous kind
with skin and flesh delush
mine fitlful longing aflush
For
Despite all sentiment still obscene
I regail you as my love, my Queen
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC
Written here lies Death
Stolen from thorny bed
To ohcre hills supreme
Listen, Hark his corny scream.
Where ist thy rest
Thy nest
Thou bubonic plague
Thou quenchless drought
Thou fierant rage
Speaks silent midst of hill
Least silent under my windowsill
Aught but light takes this cheery gill
Not Death’s wide spread
Despite it’s fevered ill
In many minds doth overtake
In simple minds, an earthquake.
But gathered in our princely arms..
Big F You to these ailing qualms.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 11:50 PM UTC
One day after walking one day
The middle of March
I spied a young lady
Who drew first a spark
Later that night
She held out a hand
(I held on tight)
She caressed my back (and said)
“It’ll all be alright,
“you’re still here now
“that’s all that counts.
Replied ‘yea but’
“Thas all that counts”
In the restless night I’ve known
The restless poet who has sown
His vagabondish sheet
From cradle to street
What a sight for sore eyes
The mail that cuts is own lies (eyes)
Lies lies lies lies lies (eyes)
He lies (lays)
But doesn’t sleep
The cuckoo bird, well,
Doeth cheep
Or nightingale
Or owl
Which bears a ***** scowl
‘in the forests of the night’
Blakenly defying
“It’ll all be alright”
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC