#multifaceted
i speak louder
but no one seems to hear
move faster
but moving nowhere
simultaneously icarus
simultaneously sisyphus
standing while falling
just the two of us
Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 4:37 PM UTC
Warm rain drops beating the pattern of my heart's pulse on the shutters of this old barn house while far away a lone wolf cries, unanswered.
Wind kissed tears from hollow sad eyes form wet trails over dried out wrinkles, whistling through the caverns of past glories on this war torn face, bringing colour and life with the desert rose.
Softly playing violins couple with the lone broken voice of a fallen angel, singing of maladies forgotten, joys yet birthed and a promise, a promise that you fulfill with each breath.
Morning bird song chirping of fresh hope and new love, a sweet tune warding off possible predators even while in search of prey.
Rumbling thunder, the roaring approval of gods reverberating within my bones, my soul, even as the hairs on my arm stand on end at the sound of the fickle lords' voices.
The silence of night captures my imagination, from it's seemingly emptiness rises fables of faery love and poems of ***** desires, all falling short of your brilliant black opal beauty.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
The section i find most difficult to articulate
Whilst of minimum complexity,
Sparking such innate debate.
Scorning my own persona’s voided,
True personality remaining avoided.
Each multifaceted side of mine plenty,
Evoking analysis of my true identity.
I am everybody yet nobody,
I am everything yet nothing.
Constant contemplation of reality
(though part of my normality)
Evoking analysis of my true identity.
I envision each person i encounter,
-though see the tormented oh so clear.
Each time drawn into to the tempest like vortex,
Of another quite so mutually complex.
I am everybody yet nobody,
I am everything yet nothing.
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC
Like the Autumn breeze
We must learn to breathe-
softly, slowly, chill, serene.
For in our breath,
chattering mind will cease.
inhale, exhale, feel at peace.
Like the Autumn leaves
We must learn to fall-
Mother Earth embraces all.
For in our fall,
inner strength is built
ensuring always that we won't wilt.
Like the Autumn sun
We must learn to shine-
brightly, golden, so divine.
For in our shine,
lighting up the world
and those around to feel impearled.
Like the Autumn moon
We must learn to change-
Cycles never stay the same.
For in our change,
new growth is found.
within our hearts, may we astound.
Like the Autumn song
We must learn to sing-
Stillness into everything.
For in our song,
sweet melodies.
transformation; such a precious thing.
©KSS 9/2018
Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 8:23 PM UTC
You stand not on the shoulders of giants,
But provide for them footing.
Surface that 𝘐 walk upon;
I can tread & can stomp
If I am not also lifted up.
Gaze upon clouds
And remember Poseidon.
Gaze upon stars
And remember Zeus.
Gaze upon magma
And remember Hades.
Jul 11, 2025
Jul 11, 2025 at 12:16 PM UTC
I let open my robe, before you.
It spreads up, and out
as I fan it,
like ebon wings
and let it flutter, to my bare feet.
It muddles the floor, around me,
in a thick,
viscous puddle,
like liquid hematite...
whispering, across the carpet
in a breathy monologue.
Your eyes, are fixed,
instead,
upon the cold run,
of warm, scarlet trim.
The way it pools,
at naked legs,
and Achilles' heels
As I emerge,
from a bleeding void:
a lace fan, theatrically pressed,
to one cold,
bloodless cheek.
I pose:
Venusian, in form,
for you:
eyes, alight,
blue steel,
in vampiric chambers
statuesque,
yet wounded,
as I meet your gaze,
with a fluttering resolve.
Letting you map, your precious fill,
of chameleon flesh,
with temple eyes.
Watching, as your hands,
move,
in painful echoes, around me
from pocket dimensions,
like clever poltergeists.
You grapple
at the whirling silhouette,
and the dancing shadow,
of my sweetest ecstasies.
Still...I feel,
the calculating flicker,
of your stare
as you measure my shoulderblades,
for the weight, of wings
and find they are far too frail,
to start sprouting feathers.
Won't you see me, as I am?
Can't you love
the unadorned sight, of me?
The human, in me...?
Faulty, fearful
my hands, are empty
but the God machine, remembers
the apple, still clutched
between scarring palms.
Can't you love, the shape
that my teeth marks, make
without wishing they might be,
more symmetric?
...I brush the mercury,
from my own, saltless lips
wishing you to taste, the texture
of my unpoisoned mouth...
hoping you might love me,
...and you redraw the lines,
in a toxic red.
...you color them, in
until I am vermillion, again.
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 8:38 PM UTC
Compassion,
The path of all things.
To care about nothing
Would be to learn just the same.
Curiosity,
The drive of all things.
To have it about nothing
Would be to receive just the same.
And thus, we have our twins!
Two constants with reciprocal natures
In continuous flux, each a prerequisite of the other.
To coddle one too much
Means the deprivation of the other.
To neglect either
Means the neglect of each other.
That is,
To neglect either is to reject both.
To foster chaos is by either's rejection,
In that both shall neglect each other.
The incompassionate mind is not curious.
The uncurious mind is not compassionate.
As in, by our neural structures,
The ways we decide to go
Are like the paths which grow.
For you leave more than only footprints
Where no man has ever walked before.
Yet, that you leave nothing,
You constantly walk those roads.
Yet, that it is immaterial,
You still do so in the physical.
Yet, that it is material,
You still do so in the metaphysical.
For it's inbetween being betwixt,
For it's seperate & imperceptible.
For it's singular, yet collective.
For it's collective, yet individual.
For it's infinitesimal, yet infinite.
For it's eternal, yet finite in existence.
That is, existence like ice
Slowly melting into water.
That it remains the same,
But changes & fluctuates
Relative to any environment.
As like with the constraints of time,
Actions outward of the body.
Action of the outward body.
In relation to it,
Matter unchanged
But translated via a different state.
Celebrate.
To live is for life,
But we all die sometime!
Yet, is this change?
Transmutation by that of another order?
Something perennial, yet still coming into being.
Something endless, yet but only just beginning.
Something futuristic, yet which is already happening.
Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 12:20 AM UTC
we are not fractured creatures
we are multifaceted
Jul 19, 2024
Jul 19, 2024 at 3:44 PM UTC