"I loved her in countless ways,🌹
but the most precious one was this —🌹
in her voice,🌹
I heard love meant only for me."🌹


✍️ Usha Maniar☕🌹

After the tarnish
Undone in scatter
A mired filth
As tame nill quilt

Sonnets Before Surrender & The Building That Follows

The war refuses the head, below wasting in dead
Rearing the front as storms fell the timbers rot
Upheavals breast, shorn and filled in neglect
Lay useless she had cried, allow dimple and deny

Tis only folly we are joined from, seasons blurry
Contemptuous fury, theatrical brevity, lifeless
Burning misery, hasn’t all gone and come
Just so fiddle and spun, as garnish and lathe
Without soured breads fortune, and curled ears late

Forever they attend, a hearts creative bend
And rule they must, alas at lose in unbreakable crust
He in hand created this land, in tales of ferried rows
Gentled slave we musn’t hate, crucible’s labors as knave

In there buildings, craving and fighting, loud and obscene
Fruitful as flies, multiplying night skies
Crying babes of violence, unruly and brutal
Off again we should shout as they, steam filled hovels in suet



Narcissus was the inventer of the hot air balloon

I make new Japan flower to bring Irish blemish

They found me in French


Narcissus and tessellations
Her morning spent
In passions saint
Spilled buffoon
Mothered by noon

In stilled consequence
We arrived
Having been found
In upside down
Houred plaster
Confined in measure
Sill Aunt spill, deft of leverage



Tibet
A tid bit of distance from your remains.

Startled doors and war on floors.



Later eaves repair
After the tarnish
Undone in scatter
A mired filth
As tame nill quilt


Nirvana

Zazen
So I have caused no inheritance
I am suffering
As wisdom requests?
I am without a changed mind.
Having a buddhahood in a time
Is another rising mourning
Of another's regrets
To correct the objective

Zazen is popular excuse
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025

You attempted reading and writing for
Yourself

kevin 2h
Grounds Resentful
In time of myself
I am bound
To forget another
Stroke of genius
Unfinished
Mute response

Only hear
Home
Body

Grounds Resentful


To no
I approach
Hotly canvased increase
In despair
Joining
Lengthening the visit and
Friendly visit
Stilling the leaf
Exchange of ends
I the faltered respite
Atop a seasons young time
It, blind, endless spent rent of air
Below on end
I begin
In the sarcophagus of wasted treasure
It had wisdom and ran inwards
Leaf I became as rescued need



Spindles rot in emptied locks
Bitten butter custards letters


This first piece is honest

“Its just the wild wests
We live through ‘em
And we let our love
         go out
And find another reason
       To bother us
        In the evening”


“See how the trees turn away?
And the streams hide?
How that teaches us to cover
Up during different times of
The year?”

“Well it does that so we,
Don’t get caught out in the hunt
Crawling up the side of a wrong
Angle on a hill competing
For scents when we have
Provisions at home”

“Might get caught by a large
     Guardian of a den your
    Not supposed to bother”









“Homes a nice thing to talk about
Aint it kid?”

“Guess so”

“Guessing is good, lotta guessing growing
Up out in the wild”

“Hang your coat up”

“Its a delicate job balancing a house”
A lot of work for a rough spell
Provision like this one you are”

“I got some extra portions to get
Us going and in a few days i’m
Taking us out to work the land
And add a couple rows to the aisles
For you”

“You feel up to that?”

“I don’t know”

“That’s fine, we in no hurry out here."


The second is poetic inference
An expression of remorse
Keeping sane during times degradation of Civility as finance wars upon modesty

To a Park
A country is carved
      Out of wild ideas
Beyond a dream
      In reasons unclear
Without hands held high
     Only a strings chance
Of getting bye

   A gift from songs
In living, holding ponds
  Such company was kept
And let out and down
       Our houses

Setting scenes
               Encouraged and dreamed
Envelopes and locales
      Terrific and trashed
A trial in errors, emptying time
    Movements silent, brief and divine

A departure of history
     Taking in with family
A surge in pride
      Gentle homes held at night

Sasha, hope this works

The rock is solid
through wind and rain
it stands firm

The tree sways
in the wind and rain
it dances

One day

The rock, like a tree
though no rain falls
and no wind blows
sways and dances

Beside the rock
the petals of
YELLOW SUNNY-PLACE CINQUEFOIL
blooming brightly
tickled the rock's waist.

I am a child of nature, a force undeniable
a warm April rain
that will never stop falling
an element of life

I can't stop wanting the wind beneath my feet
to set my soul free, and drift on clouds aimlessly

like a baby bird, abandoned, and never taught how to fly
by instinct needs its freedom to survive

it pounds through my veins
to follow what calls to me and never give up in trying

to be, all that is ME

and want to run, to escape from all that haunts and hurts me
to fly away

but

every time I jump from the cliffs of life and spread my wings
inevitably, the gravity of reality pulls me back down

you see

it's not the final fall that hurts the most
or the crashing into the ground

it's

that never-ending drop of eternal emptiness

that feeling
of constant descent
that lump
that forms in the back of your throat
blocking your breath

it's

the painful tightening and panic
piercing in your chest

it's

that fear of

F
E
E
L
I
N
G

of loving deeply and losing even deeper
of living without meaning
and longing for something more
of knowing life is short, but death is forever
and feeling as if you're caught somewhere in-between here and there

so, I stand still
too scared to move
not knowing any more what to do
because I've never been very good at living
without the promise of a heartbeat

and

it seems I've forgotten how to breathe on my own

but

I can't escape these memories that haunt me
and running away only brings me back to where I started
standing here, alone

::sighs::

it's all too familiar, these days that are passing me by
always coming then going
like the people, and the lost moments of my life

::sighs::

leaving me, without having the courage
to face the mirror of reality of why they left
and me standing there, alone
looking in a mirror with no reflection
if only I could learn to fly away.

©️ Dark Water Diaries

A tid bit of distance from your remains.

Startled doors and war on floors.


dictatorial narcissism

Used against our president elect
The reading comprehension of duty in period of sentence finished
That all life is counted inside.

Our hours fill opposite the direction
As such inference of absurdity encourages stimulations pause that the water may retreat with somber reason.


Robert ***** request

Note As Kendall
Narcissus was the inventer of the hot air balloon

I make new Japan flower to bring Irish blemish

They found me in French


Narcissus and tessellations
Her morning spent
In passions saint
Spilled buffoon
Mothered by noon

In stilled consequence
We arrived
Having been found
In upside down
Houred plaster
Confined in measure
Sill Aunt spill, deft of leverage

Sill Aunt spill, deft of leverage
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Narcissus was the inventer of the hot air balloon

I make new Japan flower to bring Irish blemish

They found me in French


Narcissus and tessellations
Her morning spent
In passions saint
Spilled buffoon
Mothered by noon

In stilled consequence
We arrived
Having been found
In upside down
Houred plaster
Confined in measure
Sill Aunt spill, deft of leverage