Parsavagely Kompenere: Poems

Parsavagely Kompenere Aug 2017

Wood.
Carved by machine.
Curved for purpose.
Yet.
Snatched from logic.
Labelled a trophy.
An antivictory earned too hard.
Wood.
Stirring memories.

Wood plane or car?

Parsavagely Kompenere Oct 2015

Wood plane or car?

Be safe,
On foreign ground,
Don't venture too far,
Away from home,
And if you hear me calling,
Please reply,
And let me know you're okay,
Then come home safe,
As soon as you can.

Words of the trees

Parsavagely Kompenere Jun 2016

Words of the trees

If only I could spend
Every last day
Sat out on benches
Playing tears away
Smiling at the evenings
Singing to the stars
Dreaming a forever
Of music, life and hearts
And hearing on the breeze
Words of the trees
Words I don't know.

Words undone

Parsavagely Kompenere Oct 2014

Words undone

I am broken
I refuse to believe
That I can be fixed
I know
I am lost but
There is no way back
I can't escape
From this place which
Is lost
No more
Happiness
Because now
Hate
Not
Love
Will fill my heart with
Memories
Until all my
Words are undone

Words are undone
Until all my
Memories
Will fill my heart with
Love
Not
Hate
Because now
Happiness
No more
Is lost
From this place which
I can't escape
There is no way back
I am lost but
I know
That I can be fixed
I refuse to believe
I am broken

#reversal

Working on it

Parsavagely Kompenere Nov 2016

Working on it

I'm not always warm,
I'm not always kind,
I snap and bite,
Forget to smile,
And refuse to help,
But I'm working on it.

I'm not always clever,
I make mistakes,
And stumble into,
Commitments I can't make,
I fail to sort it all out,
But I'm working on it.

I'm not who I want to be,
I'm not as trustworthy as I'd like,
I lie without thought,
Then tear myself apart,
With the guilt,
Because I'm not there yet.

But I am working on it.

Wretched

Parsavagely Kompenere Mar 2016

Wretched

Head tight, closing in,
And losing focus,
Hearing muffled,
Underwater,
And struggling to breathe,
And sinking in air,
Losing balance,
Red and green flashes,
Cough,
Retch,
Almost gone but,
Not quite.

Write-off

Parsavagely Kompenere Dec 2016

Write-off

"It's just a cry for help."

A stricken vessel sends out its SOS,
Fires its flares, cries out "Mayday!"
As control is lost, the black waves taste their prey,
Reaching around the ship, gripping tight,
Dragging down the chunk of metal no longer fit for use.

Those on-board abandon a lost cause,
Flee into life-rafts, barely staying above the surface,
Leaving the captain alone, with no hope,
No crew, and no reply from beyond the storm-battered windows.

Perhaps someone was listening,
Maybe one rescue crew was close enough,
Or one ship heard the call,
Would they act? Yes.
Because they could be the only ones who can save a life.

When left with no hope, we cry for help,
Even if we don't believe anyone will come,
In whatever way we can,
Because someone might notice,
Someone might care,
Someone might save us.

"Just"* a cry for help?

Write something

Parsavagely Kompenere Sep 2015

Write something

Why do I write?
Because I can?
Because I must?
Because I should?
No.

I write for that feeling,
That heavenly feeling,
Of absolute freedom.

No boundaries,
When I write,
Imagination is the only limit,
Whatever I want to happen,
Wherever I want to go,
Whoever I want to be,
Is my choice.

I create worlds,
Build lives,
Change perceptions,
Resolve conflict,
At my will.

I can escape to the place of my choosing,
I can be lying beneath an ancient oak in summer,
With my friends,
Becoming better friends,
For a while.

I can redo,
Restart,
Rewind,
Erase,
All mistakes,
All sadness,
If I want.

I can fly and touch the clouds,
Or tame the fiercest beast,
Or battle demons,
Or influence cultures,
Or invent machines,
Or be myself,
Completely and utterly,
Simply by putting a pen to paper,
Or fingers to keys,
And writing something.

Anything.

Write through the spring

Parsavagely Kompenere May 2016

Write through the spring

The endless blue has hidden again,
Cowered behind the grey,
Though yesterday bold,
Now shy and afraid to be seen.

American spring has gone back home,
The British clouds back,
To take control,
And remind us we are a kingdom, not states.

Laid-back afternoons are over now,
Making way for the stress of reality,
No time to close your eyes,
No time to look around,
Sit at a desk and write through the spring,
Ignore the seasons,
Sit and write what they say.

Writing by numbers

Parsavagely Kompenere Apr 2016

Writing by numbers

This place speaks in ink,
In pixel-perfect scrawls,
Drafts are in the past,
Replaced by a backspace
Key in a keyboard that plays songs
In words not sound.

Inspiration has no value,
Unless it makes you rich,
Who writes for fun?
No marks, no grades, for wasting away
Hours on crafting power,
Into words.

The language we've learnt,
Is disposable, recyclable,
Play-the-game cheatable,
Not truth but jumping through hopes,
No reward for moving forward,
Creativity by method.

Yes

Parsavagely Kompenere Aug 2015

Yes

I have now become,
What I have always wanted,
Trusted, happy, loved.

Yesterday is lost

Parsavagely Kompenere Jan 2015

Yesterday is lost

Our dreams span years,
Our hope lives for ages,
But a single look away,
And they are gone.

Our words are chosen,
Precise in their subtleties,
Yet so easily forgotten,
Now they are gone.

Our friendships are grown,
Constructed over time,
But connections cut,
The strings now gone.

Our lives are built,
Each on different foundations,
Slowly they crumble,
Until all evidence is gone.

#words #lost #dreams #gone #lives #friendships

Yeva

Parsavagely Kompenere Oct 2015

Yeva

My pencil,
Shakes,
And makes tentative contact,
With ageing paper,
To create,
Reveal,
A figure who slowly,
Becomes fully formed,
Gains character,
Then takes control,
And bestows life upon itself,
Becomes real,
Unique,
And more than just,
The rough strokes,
On a flat page.

You are

Parsavagely Kompenere Nov 2015

You are

Will you sing a lullaby,
So I can sleep in peace?

Will you hold my hand,
And smile when we're free?

I will ease your panic,
Keep you calm when you need me.

I will speak infinities,
If you'll listen and believe.

Believe,
You are beauty.

Your words of art

Parsavagely Kompenere Oct 2014

Your words of art

I won't say "I wish you were here."
Because I wish I wasn't.
I won't say "I miss you, my dear."
Because you know that already.
I won't say "I'll wait for when you are near."
Because we both know I can't.

But I will say this:

Though it's cold and dark and wild,
Your words will keep me warm.
And though I'm just a lonely child,
You mean so much more.
As I leave the eye of the storm,
And deadly, raging clouds form,
The memory of the calm before,
Will remind me all of me is yours,
And there is no way I'll let anything you own be lost.
So I'll take care of my yearning heart,
I'll comfort my mind with your words of art,
I'll let my mouth smile and let my lungs sigh,
So that my eyes won't have to cry,
So when I see you again, I can be happy with no cost.

And just one more thing, that you already know,
I love you no matter what, and no matter where I go.

#love #storm #missyou

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