#beckon
When I beckon you
Come worship at my temple
Make love to my soul
I am seeking to fulfill
Our purpose in this lifetime
Aug 21, 2024
Aug 21, 2024 at 12:23 AM UTC
Anterograde amnesia bothers,
But my old memories are fresh.
The old ones are as fresh as hours ago,
And the cold ones are as sharp as thrush.
In my previous life,
I used to be a musician.
Guitaring and fluting my everyday,
Life seemed to sweetly fade away.
My 6th sense failed me on a sunny day,
Collided and off I fell from my bike.
I fell, and I fell even deeper,
Into a comatose state on a sleeper.
A 23-day long coma existed in my story,
The 42 days in the hospital changed my life.
I remember nothing from that stay,
But I carry the vestiges of a battle.
The food-peg on my tummy,
It was incised inches above the navel.
Now even the extra navel,
It becomes smaller as it fades away.
I have no regrets,
Just the memories refuse to fade away.
With her, I am creating beautiful memories,
And the old memories will be overwritten.
Old songs are sweet,
But new ones are perfumed.
Scented with the new romance,
They will thrive and be forever bloomed.
I am happy with her,
And I can only be happier.
Not that I am immortal,
But through my memories,
And through my contribution
To science, to love, literature & poetry,
I Shall Always Survive.
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 2:05 PM UTC
Don’t let the medium dry
Moisten This Creation
by ANY MEANS necessary
It’s vulnerable
For This Creation to become pedestal WE MUST :
feed it
off of a capillary bag
mist it
under a dense healthy breath
lead it
to suckle an engorged breast
For
IF WE DO NOT
we risk it becoming husk ;
good only for digs and dust shops.
For This Creation, WE MUST queue
with our blood tapped
and ready
our breeding fluids
our various flows carefully labelled
and in sterile pouches
our donor cards filled out
steady for sacrifice
Keep This Creation wet
and it shall be a beacon
a call to awareness
a beckon of craft for us all
and not some common art-hole
In time THE CREATION SHALL SERVE US
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 3:39 PM UTC
I'm not a monster
But I can be trouble
So I don't need people
To come and burst my bubble
But who wants to be alone
You monsters love playing games
Can you not wait till I am gone
To start giving me cruel names
From family to "friends" till we start over again
Why does it want me to suffer so
All I wanted to do was try to blend in
But here I am left empty in a one-man show
Often I'm writing, and I'd rather not be
Constantly wondering if this is meant to be reality
Begging for someone something to change this ending
I'd hate for the only love I get to be when someone is sending.
But I can't say that I don't get love and life
It's just I'm not fond of the distant love that's out of sight
So, be blunt and listen to my hone cry for you to come home
Cause I don't want to be here in this darkness all on my own.
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 3:31 PM UTC
*Upon unspoken words,
I lie next to you.
Like a whispering wind,
I blow my kisses into your beam,
as I watch you devour my dreams.
Our love is like a beckon;
no ships will crash upon our shores,
as long as our moon shines brightly
from our lovers moor.
© By Amanda D Shelton*
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 5:52 PM UTC
Hold me close in your spindly arms
and beckon me into harms way
you know what I want and need.
I fear the dark and your caress
but in it I know nothingness,
my sweet dreams and darkened bliss
find a point on which to convalesce.
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
through earth and fire,
through water and trees,
No perils shall beckon me to my knees,
I seek joy I seek happy I seek light,
I seek nothing less than what is infinite,
and yet without hands I cant grasp it,
and without feet I cant stand still.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 7:19 AM UTC