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st64 May 2013
my breath* .....

1.
the powerful, yet gentle wind beneath this dismal, broken flight
the crazy, brilliant ship on stormy seas;
can’t fly over to you ... on wounded wings
can’t sail the wide oceans .... without its captain.


2.
should grow up, by now....
but just can’t, ok.
why so afraid of what longs to be, what's meant?
let me tell you, this is real!


3.
how failure sits smug, an endless smirk
hopelessly try to put it all together again.



you are ....my very breath.... and yet,
you are ....still unable to see ....


S T, 30 May 2013
how did the sun go missing.....
oh, how the feeling of failure can dog the soul.
yeah, woof woof.
no entertaining of profound elegies here, ok.


sub-entry:

‘the places you took me’

1.
so many magical things we said and (almost) left unsaid
oh, how we tried to see if our jigsaw pieces could cascade and fit tight
myriad collections of happy squares and delightful triangles
and so oft, we tripped over each others’ thoughts.

2.
yet, what I love best ...will always be...
the places you took me ... oh!
into deep and silent caves - where we beamed our life-light
over the wheat-coloured fields - where we roamed so freeeee ...

3.
yes, I keep nurturing in steadfast hope
that arboured grove we planted together
and like canopied, navy night-sky, it flourishes beyond reckoning ....
despite your hectic absence.

4.
and then, you left me so
badly  a-hitching for breath....again
yet, the feel of you is so strong: intense
when the heavens pour rain ....like now.

5.
what a non-linear journey, you've lit the unseen way!
but without you, rain is just water falling
need to remember to keep breathing
oh, breathe me ......
st64 May 2013
1.
white chapel on a hill

sheep dot rugged, earthy slopes

ruminate on warm, sun-kissed dale

endless lines and lines of verdant tones

late afternoon sun slanting

behold, jaune compassion

alfalfa ocherous leans willowy in wind

distance of silence yearns on

afternoon shadows lie within majestic vales

powder-blue ranges in 3D tiers

shadowy rifts, like a painting out of heaven

lone tree not alone, reaches up

blinding turns and rust-coloured bends, twisty trails

two on horseback, apples for sale

reservoir as a hold all for all

brown mud is where redemption lies.


2.
sun dips away, out of reach

beyond the eye's catch

step out car

feel the ping of silence, deeply-alive zing

crowd in and then,

into the slot of torched horizon

the orange world slips . . .




S T, 19 May 2013
feel that deep humming of the car, as we finally decide to roll along that country ride.....yesterday saturn-day :)

redemption humbly sought in the passing of hills and vales

lovely...all along the eastern escarpment of the beautiful Mercy-Valley...not far from Lake Great Bear on southern Jupiter :)

yet evening cold can sink so hard and fast in the countryside (best be prepared :)

away from all the noise and bustle - rolling, green dales and oh blue, blue, blue....






sub-entry:

'sudden cold'


1.
how dreaded that sudden coldness
press downward
crouch tight upon shoulder
drape your chilly cape over me
clench your claws into soft flesh
hover abrupt around nostrils
whisper icy whittler-words
sinking into pores, settle on
pinched nose-end, fingertips and toes
from across the chasm, silent eyes admonish
burning freeze stick so hard
hug disfavoured hart

oh cold silence, how you **** me!



2.
envelops round me
try in vain to wrap my head around this

warm heart
take this thing and throw it in the dump

(can't
just can't)



3.
blanket of love
whopping oblivion away

seek still
to redeem.
st64 May 2013
Tra..la...la....la...
Time for sha-sha-shampoo ...in the bath*


1.
When you wash your hair
in the bath
And you lather up suds
froth that foam

BIG bubbles
such big big big.

Ooh, slinky stuff
I'm the shampoo in your hair.

I'll slide across your tresses
And slip between fingers
Caress your scalp
And press in deep.


2.
While I'm there, I'll take a peep inside
And dip into that well-indexed well
Page through tomes of unseen stuff
See how gray pals duel along
Friendly fights.


Can you feel how I run down
The side of your face
Onto your shoulders now...


3.
Later, when you're all warm and dressed
You can relax and read poems in bed
revel in more

But now, there's more in store...
elsewhere to visit....


4.
Ooh!
Just lovin' that shampoo.

Gotta love that shampoo
Just gotta love that sha-sha-shampoo!





S T, 16 May 2013
Yes, can't wait to make next date with Shampoo!

:)

Nothing like a shampoo in the bath when you feel a tad rundown.
st64 May 2013
1.
to give a chance, to an attending unsophisticate
await proof of whatever revered worth wanted
seeming to have little or no life experience
means not there's nothing to give

time-trenches furrowed in mire too deep . . .


2.
assume nothing so easy of another
chickety-choo, just see it through
fine particles of gray comet's tail ricochet in the eye
friction desired, yet not always

there is some pluck, you know . . .



3.
you see, as many a soul-straggler roams
some may not shine as bright as desirous fit
but (amongst other things)
actually, they do have something others crave

still unconverted, slow-releasing grit . . .



4.
no crisis here, only eager groom-in-waiting
cheerful chevy, too bright on wooden words
zigzagging to capture all-elusive allure
banish each espiegled scab

clip-clop, tear not off old wounds.



5.
So, even as half-regarded not good enough (yet?)
nails screech on board, turbulent cadence
tips dig deep into sinking blades
grant that chance not only to let make, but to make a mark . . .


for strangely, I already know.



S T, 16 May 2013
ever applied for a position, only to be told... not experienced enough....?

gimme a chance!

must graciously accept, never say never....might get that call again...


.... good enough!
(or only, cos someone else no longer can or .... got the boot...lol)

must one conform so??




'need'

why, you could never own
even if I gave you what I want
I may not have what you want or seek
but what you need

ere facile discard of life-slice
mark well thwarted spot
in event of fire . . . knock out glass /
of water
knock on wood.

grant it
do grant it.

:)
st64 May 2013
1.
lament none
home run
free
silent happiness.

carry you onward
take me further

forget superfluities
guerdon intensifies
only
you.



2.
please
look at me
see what lies there
gaze beyond my eyes
it has been there all along

seal this non-promise with a kiss
or stretch hell out on a bleak bank
the likes darkness couldn't feel
nor light shield itself from.


3.
there can truly be only you
along with only me
being only us
only now
love
be
..
.



S T,  15 May 2013
Oh, what a beautiful day!

Have one yerself :)
st64 May 2013
1.
your words are oft like sweet-sour packages in the post
excitement mounts to rend strings yet dread too, peeps in.

songs you play are wrought from famished strips of liquid love
that my wretched soul with face upward, so wanting, laps up.



2.
oh, let me be that tree for your succour
come into me shade

oh, let me be that wave for your restlessness
come ride upon me swell

oh, let me be that light for your needing
come meld within me core

and take what you need.

(and please be mine, too)



3.
I am so in awe of you that I'm angry!

can you just come upon this landing, already?
let me lay you down, beside me . . .
this garden awaits

tomorrow never knows
of what wondrous delights we spake
mine eye seeks thee, always.

let me . . .
stroke your disheveled mind
and allow me to slow-spill into obdurate you
soft and gentle, sweet and kind
your destroyed words
to hear how swift and sudden they really are.

let us fall headlong . . .



4.
when, once every millennium
the tale doth go:
the time-eagle returns
to that diamond-mountain
so far away
to sharpen its beak
     and when, it finally wears down
     that haughty hill
then one mere second of eternity will have passed

yes, the hour-glass of eternity will run its full course.


despite time and distance
forever is a wicked charm that I must wait for . . .
and forsooth
the weight of it, I will bear.


S T, 14 May 2013
It is said that death is like sleep.
So, therefore, it should be painless, right?
Dying would feel like....falling asleep.

Then, maybe (if one believes in life after death), what follows is like a dream...or a rest between phases, to wake up to the next phase.

So, perhaps in life, who's to say our dreaming isn't as real as life itself, that we go visiting places and experiencing weird stuff.....displaced feelings.
And that it only feels weird, to convince us that it's not real, to persuade the mind that we were never there, and YET, it feels so real, so vivid!

I mean, who's really to tell...? (Maybe that's why birth feels so ....dunno, displacing..? All thought ripped away, so you can't even be a witness to your own inception! Then, it'll take a whopping lifetime to make sense of crap and understand this *******, by which time the moment dawns yet again, to...get going..)

Yeah, I know....stupid, using an equation (if a+b=c, then inversely, c=b+a!)
ha! what a freakin' joke.

Never mind, man.
I wasn't here and you're not reading this.
Ok?

(oh, what a beautiful morning,
oh what a beautiful day,
would that this dear soul would wake up
feel all the love that there is to unsay)
st64 May 2013
1.
pushing blindly
through carpet of old leaves
phototropic

buds anew.



2.
rare, potent connect lies
yet, affection unslung,

only
cloak refurbished.


(on lit trop)


S T, 12 May 2013
what is real?

oft, a change of scenery is great, yet it doesn't change its upstairs counterpart.

wearing new jacket over a torn shirt...means, there's still that **** torn shirt underneath!

novel moniker...still has you underneath, no?



sub-entry:

'essence'

1.
(try) too hard to capture essence
granted in tiny drops.

drink gratefully every heady dram
inhale displaced mercy
swoon in thoughts

purity of rain's essence remains pure
cannot be diluted nor enfeebled.

2.
yet
can't get over
really an uphill battle

and still
so intent on overtaxing strengths
leave beats so
downhearted, thread-bare.


enjoy new growth!
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