Seazy Inkwell: Poems

May 2017 · 189

The Savior

Seazy Inkwell May 2017

1

Tragic struck,

Everything fractures into abstract art.

A new dimension of humiliation

Undulating with fresh cement gray,

Walling me into the parody of nameless faces.

2

Into the embrace of aged Solitude,

Chancing a broken heartbeat,

Stitched up with swords of wounded Self-Esteem.

With passing of days i fought the beaks of invasive Nightmares.

3

Here into the mirror of my past and future,

A wonder growing to the wrinkles of Your reflections.

A lightning strike through the core of my chaotic Soul.

Looking into the eyes of Your knowing Mona Lisa Smile.

4
Down falls my metallic tears.

May 2017 · 724

Supper Au Naturale

Seazy Inkwell May 2017

Supper Au Naturale

How I wish to nestle

In the flavor and smoke of your supper.

When I lived a homeless citizen,

Missing every ingredient of ancestry.

Whenever you string with dexterity,

The oregano, the soil and the wheat.

Filling in my cups a nostalgia worth to weep,

As the motherhood redeems my dying innocence.

The fruition of labors, withered dreams and secret treats.

When food and memories didn’t have to be refrigerated.

Every natural delicacy straight from the earth,

Covering the rooftop of my truth and your cuisine.

to my mother whom i haven't seen for two years.

#motherhood #love #independence #longing #cooking

May 2017 · 188

An Alternative Fairy Tale

Seazy Inkwell May 2017

An Alternative Fairy Tale

All those Fairy Tales he tells you;

all these Lies you've taken as Truth.

All the Paths that Disenfranchised my hope,

Running in semicircles,

Tripping over other people’s tails.

And Fell.

May 2017 · 169

Ode to The End

Seazy Inkwell May 2017

Ode to The End

At some point of these time continuums,
the Universe is going to End.

/Turning its shell, closing its cover,
/as if a marvelous page of story like Earth/
has never happened.
/ As if all our technologies, all our civilizations, all our enlightenment has never been a reality/

As if I have never loved you/
as if all the dead promises that are cursed to last for eternity,
holding on to their own graveyards
before this channel called Life ends,

expanding,
radiating,
pixelating
before emerging to a single point,
the last ray of salvation before everything succumbs to their own ends.

The incoming breath of air,
the pulsing hearts,
and the fleeting time that slowly chews their bones.

All happening without me.

May 2017 · 670

The # Song

Seazy Inkwell May 2017

The # Song

I now tell you a #storyofmylife,

Starting in the autumn of #2007 with quite a strife,

To be precise say #barcamp for my very first one,

since then people have used #hashtag for

#fahsion, #selfie, #art and #fun.

Anyhow I am nothing like a number sign,

Nor do I stand alone like a straight #line.

You may dislike the way people #followme,

Or you might to #follow along with a sense of #glee.

But don't I just #love #my #friends,

You let me know the #world, #news, and a sense of #motivation.

With you I have lived through many a

#bestoftheday, #night and #cool #lifestyle passion.

Since my #birthday you hand me many #powerofdreams,

#IceBucketChallenge,#BlackLivesMatter, #BringBackOurGirls, #LoveWins,

As I live on in the #songs and #voices of vibrant #life hour,

In this point we emerge into a stream of #peoplepower.

Along the #tenyears lifespan #we continue to see,

Singing along with #music, #beauty and #life of diversity,

#myself #work #happily #4youreyesonly

#smile #peace #love #withme

#every #hashtags #embedded #in #this #poem #are #searchable

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