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Cast out Faith
into the wind
and Doubt
upon the Sea.

Believe your Self empty,
to be filled.

Cast away Hope
to the Earth
and your despair
to the Stars.

Be done with your version
of Right and Wrong.

Cast away Righteousness
into the deep
and malice where
it cannot be dredged.

Stand to replace these with Vision,
Vision and Truth.

Cast out your Human desires,
cast away your mask..
be God within you,
without you, through you.

Be done with that mask,
become your Self.

Cast them away..
Faith, Hope,
Doubt and Despair.

With rigorous Humility
choose to be Disciplined.

Cast your Self clean,
relieve your Self of these,
becoming empty to be
filled with greater things.
From the tips
   of her fingers
    
To the heel
        of her soul,

One greedy woman.

  She asks:
      
"Teach me how to
       dance on graves,

        Show me my insides out,
           Preach to me of the ungodly.."

" I will not"  I said.
      "Look to another, I am
           unavailable.
              
           You would have me
                 be Sisyphus while you
                    take the Queen's throne."

Inviting all to ponder
    as you wear only a thong,
         your ******* slightly hidden in the shadow....

Your hiss is threadbare,
      just audible to those
                 in spitting range.

All is not
    welcoming
      with me,
        I was once blind
           to  your  level  of   fuckery.

No more says the man
that guides the boy within.

I have grown
   on the shoulders
       of what I once was.

To me
   your voice
      is the sound
              of two cats fighting.

What right do I have
     to dance on the dead,
             let alone show you.
 Jun 2014 Kira Ferguson
SM
Alive
 Jun 2014 Kira Ferguson
SM
If I choose to be awake
during the early hours of dawn
it is only so
I can stand before the morning sun
feel the warmth and light run through my veins
awaking me internally
and to remind me
how wonderful it is
to be alive
I tried running.
Pressed my feet against those hopes I’ve always wanted.
But slipped right onto the crackled pavement
I used to call my dreams.

One day, I bought some Nikes.
The store told me that their shoes could
grip onto you tighter. That I could sprint across
your tired body and not forget to clean you
with my footsteps. I adored you.

The funny thing I soon found out was
buy and try all I want -
there is no such rise and recovery
from blindly face-planting on your familiar path
splattering your body
like sunday morning jelly on toast.

All I wanted was to hold you. Follow your road
that refused to latch onto me like a dead leach.
Feed off of you like an infant on a mother’s breast.
Bloom like daffodils in your needed sunlight.

But there was no traction. My Nikes broke their promises
so I tore them off and tried walking
barefeet.
I stumbled.
Laid there.
Curling my fingers onto your fractured chest, I tried
holding on.
Sliding under my very fingertips, you refused me.

Or I refused you. Whatever it was
It doesn’t matter now.
There is just no traction.
So I let go. Maybe swimming is a safer bet.
No point in holding on anymore.

Thursday January 23, 2014  3:46 AM
 Jun 2014 Kira Ferguson
Jack
O’er windswept conclusions a’ mist in the air
In fragrance that comes to my heart ever share
Of sundrenched magnolia beneath empty shade
To steal every ounce of your caring my way
I touch to the heavens a wing and a prayer
Belief in the joy that is felt everywhere
When the oceans fall further than all eyes can see
This love will eternally find you from me

When clouds of confetti, the song of the dove
The sweetest rendition of musical love
Does float on the breezes of everyday flow
A’ twisting and turning until it can show
Those mountains of glory that stand in the way
Exceeding the plan that we set forth this day
Can not comprehend what my pure love will do
No matter the hurdle, I send it to you

Since dawn hath approached in a place before time
So simple the earth as our life does unwind
Nor flowers of blossom still yet find the ground
A desolate nature lies lost in its sound
Lone rivers of feelings that one can not see
O’er rain cast endeavors drop life from the sea
Till all that is new shines a star up above
The light of its journey shall bring you my love

From deserts of sand to a sandy white shore
The pain shall be nothing each day I endure
I crawl through the thicket, my hands and my knees
If only a moment your sweet life to please
Not depths of the valleys found in them so deep
Nor locked away caverns of which I do creep
Shall keep me from finding the pathway to you
To bring you a love that is ever so true
 Jun 2014 Kira Ferguson
Jack
-
I'm finished with poetry
or perhaps
it's finished with me
It just doesn't seem the same...
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