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PoserPersona May 2018

"Stop and smell the roses" is an ironic cliché,
cause when doing so literally, it is strange?
Inspired by my smelling flowers out on a walk and getting weird looks.
May 2018 · 723
Eulogy to a Dichter
PoserPersona May 2018
The fertile weighs less than the barren
Exquisite fruits crumble placid stones
The farmer induces their own famine
Seeds may be perpetually sown

The costs of a cultivated spirit
are greater than its untilled counter,
yet produces a boundless harvest.
How do the fields fare, neighbor?
"He who cannot draw on three thousand years is living hand to mouth" -Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
May 2018 · 439
Tell Me How Not Why
PoserPersona May 2018
Million goals set in store
To win your heart back once more
Raise my stock, my self esteem
Never enough, it sadly seems

It's time now...
I know why... But how?
Not to get over it as they say,
but rather accept it. Find a new way
"If Manes can live without Diogenes, why not Diogenes without Manes?" - Diogenes the Dog
PoserPersona May 2018
Living in the dark, yet afraid of the shadows;
  cast forth from the stars of a mystic scintillant soul

Knowledge illuminates the scholar's glass window;
  scorches the brush of the ignoramus's finite goals

Remember, however, all fields exist as fractals;
   pursue to infinity and perceive the worm's crawl

Brothers and sisters, united in life's shackles;
  the universe's fixed physical laws constrain all

Though collectively, mankind strives for heaven's lenses;
  forever advancing Hegel's romantic world essence
May 2018 · 4.1k
The Paradoxes of Anxiety
PoserPersona May 2018
The mind and heart switch roles
          For reasons to stay untold

                               Silently screaming chest
                    Racing and quivering head

      Thoughts whip light speed modest
Body barely leaves its bed

          Unhappy for nothing
               Motivated for nothing

                    Paralyzing deadlocks,
                  Anxiety's Paradoxes
Form is supposed to be a twister or whirlwind. Hoping that's apparent before you read this lol.
May 2018 · 387
Bridge of the Golden Gates
PoserPersona May 2018
Was denied a request
     to live a life of bliss

        Away from this stupid mess
         to receive a final wish

        This is a way to death,
        but it is no way to live

     Healing waters pierce one's brain
    absolve one of existing pain

  Falling from one Golden Gate
to potentially the next
In reference to the Golden Gate Bridge and it's infamous suicidal allure.
May 2018 · 863
I Lie with my Lover
PoserPersona May 2018
We lied in bed together
Never catching a breather
You called me.... Baby
You said that... You love me

To blue eyes,
Mistress lied
But I can't really blame you
I do the same to me, too
May 2018 · 456
First Hike on Mount Hood
PoserPersona May 2018
Through these woods on red tint trails;
Mount Hood is where I go

Stresses regress on mountain's back;
steady streams glisten bliss

Little lizards crawl round rocks
Mother Nature their only clock

In summer's open fields of grass,
yellow flowers bloom in pacts

Colored birds tune melody
Forest whispers harmony

Private property impedes my journey.
Hey, this is my earth, too.


Birds, trees, and humming bees may swing as they desire
But God forbid my fellow man idle just one hour


Open roads open doors
to worlds I've never seen before

I enter.
You may shoot to my doom, but I intend to bloom
May 2018 · 7.9k
Ode to Love Lost at Sea
PoserPersona May 2018
'Twas a time I deemed thee love;
  the echoes lacked contraire
Sea moon shadows dance across
  this isle of despair

Entwined flesh eyes doth ne'er perceive,
  outside the mortal's scope
No sole charter giveth passage
  through salty waves unknown

'Tis what I think to see thee there
  on pedestals of gold
Forevermore you place thyself
  on stalwart shores alone

Unfurl thy sails for distant lands;
  the lighthouse shines once more
Praying to gods that long lost ship
  will find its way to port.
Apr 2018 · 716
Palindrome's Irony
PoserPersona Apr 2018
A palindrome isn't a palindrome, intriguingly  
How can that be?
That something isn't itself by definition, literally
...Am I really me?
Apr 2018 · 557
Honey to Vinegar
PoserPersona Apr 2018
Thy honey's taste turned sweet to sour,
  though continuing to stick
Ne'er would a starving old black bear
  indulge itself one lick.
Apr 2018 · 549
Ancestral Hunt
PoserPersona Apr 2018
Do you hear that calm, frugal breeze?
The synced patter cadence off the road?
What was once a hunt for your feast
In a time not so long ago

Over the distant horizon,
the rhythm takes your morning run
Within sight is a lonesome deer
Within scent is a stillborne fear

Exalted whispers of the ancestors:
"Exhaust it to death, predators."
Apr 2018 · 2.6k
Cambrian Code
PoserPersona Apr 2018
Illustrious queen, set me free
from the chains of my desire

Though mere form, an eternal dream
relieved by bursts of white fire

A primordial odyssey
from ocean's novel progeny

Crawled out of Cambrian waters,
fish who yielded the first daughters
Apr 2018 · 715
Triumph over Narcissism
PoserPersona Apr 2018
Loquacious hypocrite,
to your own misery.
Criticize internally

Obsequious narcissist,
to your own false idol.
No love to be found there

You can’t beguile us
For the swirling voices,
no longer bask in our glow
Apr 2018 · 540
Rhetorical Idol
PoserPersona Apr 2018
I'm drowning
Each time I go under the waves,
it becomes harder to surface.
At which point will I become lost?

I'm bleeding
Crimson red from my heart, my arm
a sacrifice to you or me.
Is it for love or selfishness?
Apr 2018 · 408
Hidden Confession
PoserPersona Apr 2018
Strands of golden beach sand,
Soft and radiant as first snow
Pools of glacier water,
Evoke internal flames not seen.

Beautiful, unknowing
Mirrors may lie, though not I
Heroine of our dreams,
Slay the somnolent slumber.

Winter's worry
Summer's laughter
Fall's turning
Spring's blossoms

I say it so, so you know me
Apr 2018 · 522
Immortal Sanctuary
PoserPersona Apr 2018
From the iron red sea flows
an infinite forest of white roots and gray leaves

Unequivocally woven in response to
the senses of each unique being

Ahhh, if timeless beauty is what you seek,
let the transcendental levies bleed

For that which may be perceived internally,
will be embellished eternally

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