Let us share
an incantation of the old world
Let us unfurl words like a string of pearls
torn from ocean deep - I battled Krakens
to bring you these words – let me wreathe
the drowning seed of ancient demons
in a modern tale of high rise jewellery
You can wear me at your leisure
for I am a book of poetry - open in your hands
caress my pages - I offer ages of wisdom in sand
strung sorrowful about a stony neck
can you see the mystery of that cloud
striated by the mountains tip carved
deep into the sky in defiance of the wind
unbowed by time yet so vulnerable
to lion and tiger, to the hermit and his tearful rain
did you know that every beach was once a mountain?
so every ocean floor kissed the sky in its youth
let us built these fragments into clamshells
string them on pearlescent pages turned
by curious eyes and ponder how time
makes a mystery or a monster of us all
Let us share
this incantation of the old world
for in words
we can live forever
In this message you will find
the instrument of my survival
Wrapped in life long promises
You made to me through my childhood
As the grace of life is never far
From appearing as the madness
Your absense echoes sadness
As each day arrives and passes
But im learning,, slowly walking
Almost like infants fall and rise
To accept my life without your
Gentle kindness at my side
And every breath gives life a memory
We never will soon forget
Im learning life is everywhere
Even after death
Some day, my heart wonders.
That, had life passed in the soft shade of your hair, how perfect it would've been.
This sorrow and the grief in my heart,
could have been lost in the light of your eyes.
But it wasn't to be.
Now, your memories slowly fade; the sorrow of losing you subsides.
Life passes, the heart hardens.
As if it doesn't need anyone.
As if it'll never warm again.
As if It'll never want again.
There is no path, no destination, no clue and no light. No plans and no love.
I wander in darkness.
In this darkness, I'll remain lost.
Some days, my heart wonders.
Clouded, shrouded, blocked
was my mind by your thoughts
for years remained uncleared
despite all my frantic struggles.
The mist has been growing thin
Now, it isn't even faintly visible
What was a thought is a memory
However strongly I try to hold it,
to a more distant place it drifts off.
Your thoughts have faded into a memory
And I ain't no magician to restore them.
They speak of
An immaculate sky.
White and bland,
It's a blank canvas
I shan't deny,
Here we are reborn.
Within the breath of love,
Is where you are kept.
Apply vibrant colour to bare skin
The cleansing light
Through a hollow shell
Slipping between the cracks
Light and transcendent
You lay me with gentle grace
Submerged in ardent passion
Have your light consume
What resides inside
Purify all that I am,
Together set free.
Each day reveals our infinite freedom
to build or destroy it. Grit or despair?
A tough choice on life’s way.
Nothing I could say
would be as sweet as the silence
that allows me to climb the mountain of existence.
Pedaling my bicycle at the riverside,
Paris is still sleeping.
In a glimpse of forever,
I quiver at my own absence–
an unfathomable presence–
that I watch cut through me,
like, through my breathy window,
I watched Dad chop that oak
by our house with the yellow door.
as time passes between you and i
i lose more of our memories
when i peer into my heart it seems
its heartbeat echoes too loudly in my chest
my hands seem too empty
and my fingernails are pitifully bitten
my thoughts are too pervasive its like
rereading my diary entries
finding that excerpts have been lost
and running in circles trying to
discover why i let them
slip through my fingers
the only thing remaining of you
that i know to be true
is this gaping hole
where you were
and it causes me trouble you see
i am holding this spot for you
Blood like wine,
will leave a stain,
Blood like mine,
will leave pain.
A pill to make you feel like shit,
A gun to shoot, & finish it ~
A razorblade sure looks like fun,
A cigarette to blacken lungs,
Another way, another day,
A lion trapped inside an open cage,
A life of pain, or an early grave.
One will damn, & one will save.
One to damn, & one to save, but it's too late.
I can't escape, I can't run away from memories,
Oh, those happy days,
They pierce into me,
Until my mind frays,
Lost every piece, lost everything,
Can't escape life, or death—can't rewind ~
When I'm digging my own grave,
In thoughts, I'm buried alive.
Haven't given up yet remaining corrupt,
While looking at the world through these eyes,
I know my time is up:
With the perception of a broken mind -
My passion's gone, dust,
I hide like Parasite,
As I long for Paradise.
Day by day,
I no longer-long,
So much more, than ever before, & my thoughts stray,
Unwrite my words, & erase my name.
Taking a dive,
Making a jump,
Relinquished from your eyes,
Don't worry much,
Maybe, we'll meet again in Paradise.
By: Ashton C. Amstutz