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May 2014 Devin

Bjørn O Holter

Between the rocks beneath a mountain
the calmest dark upon her chest
where eyes don't stare or fingers grasp
the sleeping queen, she rests.

"Oh, to be found in the shadows
by a prince of unknown grace.
To be taken to his castle
with the sun upon my face.

"Perhaps a farmer or a youth
then cleaned by ***** hands
and brought as a gift of wonder and awe
to a love in humbler lands.

"Perhaps an artist, -a troubled one
whose craft is life and duty.
Whose heart is filled with heavy burdens
and art is filled with beauty".

Tectonic plates, they rumble
she gives a lazy yawn
as a glimpse of light now reaches in
to reveal the naked dawn.

And with the dawn an arm extends
to lift her from her bed.
The bony fingers carry gently
the queen that never wed.

"Perhaps an unlucky homeless man
whose clothes are rags and tatters.
Whose sole possession is me, a diamond,
and I'll be all that matter".

In a village in the deepest jungle
a travler finds a treasure
in the hand of a homeless man
beyond all Earthly meassure.

He says: "Do you know what that rock is worth?"
The homeless says: "I can't,
I lost my sight in the war, you see
but she feels good in my hand".

And he worshipped her all his days
untill he passed away
and in his humble will he asked
she be placed in his grave.

Still she dreams, that sleeping queen
of princes, farmers and artisans.
But she always shines her brightest
when she dreams of the homeless man.

unedited, I'll get back to it later...

#nurseryrhme #storypoem

May 2014 Devin

Madness Child

May 2014 Devin

Weariness

Madness Child

Oh Madness is a lonely child,
from whom the many run away,
the odd thing is - when we are wild;
it is the one with whom we play.

© Copyright Mr. James P Machen 26/08/2014 for viewing only. May not be replicated.

#abandonment #lost #insanity #madness #loneliness #child #progressionofself

May 2014 Devin

Mosaic

May 2014 Devin

Sean Critchfield

Mosaic

Give them to me.
All the pieces of your broken heart.
Give them to me.

I'll take them.

All the rough-hewn misshapen bits of your shattered dreams.

Give them to me.
I will take them.

Give them to me.

They are wanted here.

All the parts of your misspent childhood. All the regrets of ticking seconds behind you.

Give them to me.

And we will build a cathedral. A stained glass window of who we are as tall and as beautiful as it should be.

Let me have them.

And we will make a mosaic that stretches as wide as the sky. Showing every color your heart gained from the bits and pieces left on the ground.

I will take them.

And forge a sculpture of how beautiful the ideas are that we cast out in our failings and we will cast it in our failings.

Let me have them.

And we will ***** a monument of all the small things in the shape that you remember them.
Towering. Looming. Striking. Beautiful.

Let me have them so we might bind the words said and regretted, (or worse) left unsaid in leather and call it scripture.

Our Psalms. Our Proverbs:

“The tip of my finger dangles like my tongue. Wanting to touch something beautiful.”

“If it were not for him, it would have been us.”

“You were all my brightest colors.”

“I wish I were more like you.”

“I wish I were less like me.”

“I am sped.”

And we will read them at dawn like litany.

Stretching our voices to the corners of the universe. Asking for the wishes you make when you are scared. Or alone. Or both.

That we may take them.

And make a blanket.

A blanket to cover our childhood and let it rest at last.

I will take them.

All the parts you no longer want.

Give them to me.

Because they are what make us beautiful.

Give them to me.

That I may forge them into pitch and feathers and craft mighty wings.

That I may take flight from your worry. And soar on the updraft of your misconception.

Give them to me.
I will take them.

Because I would rather burn like Icarus than to have never dared to fly.

This was a birthday gift to myself. I am giving it to you.

May 2014 Devin

Aren't we all?

May 2014 Devin

Weariness

Aren't we all?

I walked upon and across the waters,
to a chapel on the stormy sea.

Inside there was an altar of gold,
and a peculiar effigy.

My eyes beheld it's white marble face,
my mind paid homage to it's maker.

And when I finally turned my gaze,
I spied the hermit undertaker.

I asked him: "Who's effigy is that?"
He pointed to the Greek word for God.

"He, the almighty?" I enquired,
the hermit gave me a deathly nod.

I turned from him to the statuette,
But what I saw surely couldn't be.

For as I peered with widened eyes,
I saw that the figure there was me.

© Copyright Mr. James P Machen 26/08/2014 for viewing only. May not be replicated.

Just to clarify, I haven't got a God complex (at least not all the time), though hopefully you as a reader can realise this upon examination of the title.

θεός is the Greek word used to represent God, just in case anybody was curious.

© Copyright Mr. James P Machen 26/08/2014 for viewing only. May not be replicated.

#self #life #god #death #soul #journey #becoming #self-realisation

May 2014 Devin

A Skeleton in a Fingerprint

May 2014 Devin

Jack

A Skeleton in a Fingerprint

A skeleton in a fingerprint
A dancing bag of bones
A cantilever shade of gray
A prisoner all alone
A silent pulsing partner
A drift this blot of ink
A catch phrase in the darkness
A caption on the brink
A blistered swirl of images
A channeled mystery
A skeleton in a fingerprint
A different piece of me

May 2014 Devin

Taste Testing

May 2014 Devin

authentic

Taste Testing

Don't ask me what it is like to love someone
I have thrown the word love away
Like they do colorful beads at Mardi Gras
Abundant and beautiful
Yet no one throws them back
Don't ask me what it is like to love someone
I have waited by too many telephones
I have kissed too many of the wrong people
Hoping to find one who's lips might taste like his
Like craving something you're allergic to
Yet still giving into the temptation of eating it an suffering anyways
Do not ask me what it is like to love someone
Because I have not experienced real love
Real love is when it is returned
Having the one who's eyes look like the sunrise
The one who's walk makes you want to follow behind them
The one who had a smile that can reignite a fireplace
Having the one who makes your heart melt like ice cream on a summer day love you as much as you love them or even more
That is real love
And I am not familiar with something so precious
Because the one who stimulates my well-being is too busy
Following someone else, someone who is nothing like me
And yet still I wonder if he is taste testing too

#love #unrequited

May 2014 Devin

Extinction

May 2014 Devin

Brandon

Extinction

Drained* in stereo
Eyes toward vacated heavens
Deadlight escaping death

To sit and wait upon the edge of the great nothing
Arms wrapped and fingers entwined
Watching the sun dive down
Dimming into obsidian

Mountains erode to sand
And water overtakes
Stormy oceans of desolation

"We are a glimpse in the eye of cosmic decay
Dictating the future words of voices unspoken"

...I've wished the world away
Too many times to count...

I've watched the last days
And the tides change their ways
And the skies cease to be

I've seen the world die
But once in my life

And once was *just enough

May 2014 Devin

I need you now

May 2014 Devin

Camellia-Japonica

I need you now

A heavy sigh escapes my lips
I need your seed to feed my need
Your taste still lingers on my lips
Your hands still feel moulded to my hips
Your absence has made the bed go cold.
Our heat has dissipated between the sheets
My greed for you makes me want
Your absence wants me to hasten your return.
I cannot call you, but I need you now.
Only you can help me regain feeling where
numbness resides, to feel the pressure of you
on me, in me. But you are not mine, I am not yours
We are both wanton ******.
I concede my place to second, no gold band upon
my hand, my conscience makes me short of breath
Indulgent, wanton, sumptuous gratification,
if thats all we are together, then fine, I accept.
But, I need you now, and always.

#heart #need #affair #longing