#chalice
my fingers are laced in a chalice
of drugs that **** my sensations.
i used to resist them as a loner—
until the white coat angel
ignited my fouls with
radio-knob tweaking.
now i sprawl in expiring
fictions that come anew
and reprint their additives;
making me a king
of numbers, of colours,
of game.
until my world is all
mold and brain.
Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 10:51 PM UTC
Some is too little,
And more is never enough.
Your chalice spill, an overflowing cup,
You would still moan
For a top up
Jun 26, 2023
Jun 26, 2023 at 6:47 AM UTC
The wee hours late night
in a blink of an eye
blows her Niqab (veil) away.
Oh, that folds springs in style
in the chalice of rose flower
never gone with the rainbow
splash of the first light!
Stunned broad daylight
rather looses for words
punting in sleek brook of twilight
scurries back into the night.
Aug 6, 2022
Aug 6, 2022 at 6:40 PM UTC
Sunlight’s amber coverage,
rippling in hand with the sea,
retreated beneath the shadow
of day’s rupture.
The swathes of darkness cast
across its golden bolt, swelled
outward with the sensation
of wine spilt from a chalice.
A thickened red,
seeping into deepened water,
expanded in punctuated
pulsations.
Night hovered, a ghostly spectre,
above the sun; water; day.
The sea, alighting in recognition,
burnt raw its tumbling waves,
casting orange flames in its
reflection- its essence to
the ashes of day- to
receive the ivory colouring
of bone upon bone.
The sun surrendered,
and in the darkness
a small sound rung forth.
Regret threaded its being
with the intensity of a storm’s approach.
‘Adieu,’ a voice called, clear before the
chalice of the sea. ‘Until tomorrow.’
Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 1:03 AM UTC
Scepter forged in life I carry,
as its diamond shines outward
guiding way inside love.
As I drink light from
chalice of dreams
to dance with grace.
As I walk with inner voice,
to connect and pray with gratitude.
Wind carries me at back gracefully
while heart plays its divine song.
Each breath a gift becoming celebratory
as my crown of positive thoughts, I wear.
As I search with focused eyes,
to see self in the image of all.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 10:20 AM UTC
she's my puzzle
all the pieces are there,
but the box is missing
she's my chalice
I only fill her
with the finest
she's my mirror
and I am growing fond
of my reflection
she's my sword
ready to cut a path
through those who stand in my way
she's my shield
always there for me
in the heat of battle
she's my Queen
and it is an honor
to serve her
and she's my religion
she gives me something
to believe in
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 10:08 PM UTC
Sinister fluid of words
You pour drop by drop
Oh my darling!
The poison I seek
I drink to live
Sips of temptation
Lure me to you
Wine of madness
From the chalice
Of your sparkly lips
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 4:56 PM UTC
The Field has been Plowed
Seed Placed in the Ground
Lifes Tombstone This Mission
No Music, No Sound
Inspired Grace Vision
These Ruins Fled
All See
No Wonder,
No Blessing
No Light Here
To Be
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 11:16 PM UTC
This world is dark wherein I roam,
often voiceless and all alone.
These things you think I cannot hear,
rest assured they're perfectly clear.
You see my friend there's something amiss,
and it's not unlike that very first kiss.
The event horizon breached by a meeting,
the most delightful of all the possible greetings.
Drifting and wading amongst so many souls,
aimlessly doubting they share the same goals.
Lamenting their woes and playing the fool,
never keeping in mind the golden rule.
It's in your nature to feel somewhat needed,
to serve a purpose many have pleaded.
To know that your death might bring them sorrow,
to know that sadness would visit their morrow.
Still though you stand there out in the rain,
thinking no others could know your pain.
Feeling alone and misunderstood,
I cannot help you I wish I could.
It is our tasks to wander this earth,
hoping and praying that time will give birth.
To a realization or an epiphany,
of knowing you are more than what you see.
The journey can **** and be rather daunting,
the spectre of loneliness forever haunting.
Fret not my friend upon looking you'll see,
there's to be no sorrow your will is free.
To love who you want with reckless abandon,
you may happen upon the right companion.
Someone who carest to ask about you,
to know of your fears or the size of your shoe.
Moments show up like scenes in a play,
some last for a while and some just a day.
Hold tight these firsts they may be your last,
before you join me as another outcast.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 11:06 AM UTC
You Envy Me When I Smile
Can you take a Journey to Nile
To go the Extra Mile
......................
I Shiver when you pass by
But You Keep Grinning why?
So much shy in your sky
..................
But I am Curious
Curious to know why you're so Serious
In a bit I feel you are a Genius
You hide that Language so well
Your body speaks in words I can tell
You different moves rings a bell
Like an Ocean fell into a Well
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 4:51 AM UTC
Glass pressed to your curious smile
your eyes are already drunk
empty though it seems
I still taste the wine on your lips
I know the flavor well by now
bitterness gives way to a rosy sting
and I melt into the chalice
and feel at home
as a grape pressed and aged
and allowed to breath
finally savored
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
Revering all holy vessels
manifest and blessed
may this heart
held inside us
harbour
God's
Divine Light
May this heart
held inside us
learn to become
a chalice
for
our own
unconditional love
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 6:27 PM UTC
I smoke everyday
Pack the chalice, puff the herb
***** smoke fills me
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC