Following the path less traveled not\
*** you must be frolicking Fool King\
Energize invigorate stimulate emanate\
Spermatozoon asunder burlesque pudendum yonder\
Instruct defunct artery leading linear gland grand\
In duct labium urgency of the Amygdala Beast\
Ache lusting in the heat of the moment melting\
Enflamed yearning naked cross Christ faded in vein\

The sky is a river
Silver hairs decorate it’s crown:
A ruby here, an opal there
Whisks of sunlight everywhere

Golden hues, baby blues
The sunset gives us clues
But how do we search for what
We have yet to know?

What do you think
snail shells, cow bells &
the sublime of our milky way
all have in common?

A sequence in numbers
that lead me back to you

What life does
A butterfly see
Pretty black
Fleeting eyes

Butterfly vision
Unquenched love
For flower's colored vista
Though I expect

They often think
They are solely
Living a short life
Only eating and pooping

Defined as
Caterpillar forever
Or, does their mind
Metamorph also

Now, it's little brain
Like the angel's
Holds thought to fly
Released to drift free

Astonished to rise
Chasing flower's nectar
Until too dark to see
Or bloom unrevealed

Anyway, as it is
Seen by you and me
A soaring glory
Of handiwork divine

Absolutely
A life sublimed

©  2017 Jim Davis

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Sublime, subliminal sublimation,
Fantasies of our creation,
Dream Lover? First contact!
Whispers of love we can't retract,
A world of our own,
Lovers never alone,
Fantasies of our creation,
Sublime, subliminal sublimation.......

To comfort me the rain hums a tune
as if she could sense I was feeling down
I get buoyant by the soothing tone,
pick up the strands that once were broken

Drenched woods after the rain has gone,
with the wind,repeat it, but sounds like a moan,
it takes  much subtlety, to empathize, I learn
to evoke sublime feelings that touch and lift the soul.

Sweet slumbering, sublime surmise
Dreams one source of oblivion, a rendition of her submission
Imagined kisses taking her slowly, staring into those eyes
Fast asleep, breathing sweetly, lost in purgatory or perdition?

A tear falls in the night, forgotten and forlorn
A secret relic of sorrow and joy in simplistic form
Glorious, but gone, long before morn
A moment of clarity, you stir to say goodnight, I weather the storm

Of emotion, the joy and the tinge of pain
As another night fades away and denies
Your touch, the taste of us is sought but I shall not gain
A trap in the dream telling me lies

Daylight brings the flame of life
Mirror full of lost secrets and the end of yet another night
Of delight and desire, burning strife
Such is the dis-glamour of our union and desire, strong is the bite

Bitter but oh so sweet the broken
Trampled, mangled, torn asunder, it's a long road to tend
That angel who slumbers, still in rest, what rages unspoken...
Within' makes me shudder... but mine is to mend

Marks upon her heart and soul
Lingers long, heals slow
Heavy is the toll
Great the distance, greater the longing; dealing with all I don’t know

I could ramble on and on in poem and prose
****, seductive or tender and soft, the words I might find
Only the bottom of her heart and soul, knows
What limitless bounds, memories and pain that cling and bind

Fate and fortune to my will
That at journeys end "we" go beyond her history
Seeking all that we can, beauty beyond my measure, dreams to fulfill
For a moment or an eternity, oh that mystery

Lost in moments as I sit and reflect on the words, barely aware
Have I finished or simply begun
A prologue, composed at 14 after midnight’s kiss, sitting in my chair
Past, present, future - matters at hand; one by one

Line by line it takes form
I find function for each word, making a case
Nothing of the norm
Each word has it's place, like tender kisses on that lovely face

What words, what fate, what shall I do
I find myself working, crafting, smithin', my reason sound asleep
I wish I was lying next to you
If I lay my head upon that pillow, my soul might weep

In joy, watching the gentle rise of thy chest
Lying next to thee, how divine
Bodies, hearts and souls at rest
Words to open the story well, hints in each line

~Wes Noneya
Lay Me In Your Stead
Upon That Bed
Of Nails
'06

Nicotine



I cannot ignore

how loudly love knocks

whilst you and I exchange

meaningful eye locks.

You are my Lucida,

my brightest star,

though I never intended

for you

to take so much space

in my heart;

I cannot tell where

your fervency ends

and my love starts.

You are an iota of heartache,

mixed with a hint of nicotine

and sprinkled with flaws,

reminding me broken beings

should be healed with love

not bandaids or empty promises

(though they're the same).

My darling, sublimity scintillates 

in your eyes and

I cannot explain in a rhyme

the many ways you make me feel sublime.



A/N: Hey guys! An update after a long time!! I know this is not the order that the poems go, but I felt inspired to write about *this person and so I thought why not? If you'd like to, comment some feedback, thoughts, and / or questions  (:

Endless thoughts swim
inside my head
as I drift into a
lyrical sea. Emotions
surge in rhythmic waves
as sublime ideas
flood the pages.
Paper drenched in
melodic verse,
passion gushes
and I'm engulfed,
drowning in the
whispers of my soul
as the ink
flows from my pen

We break bread with bricks.
Catch our thumbs every time.
Blame those neighborhood ******!
Isn't misplaced hate sublime?

                                 -Richard J. Treitner
                                      Dec. 29th., 2016