#pangs
The pangs of hunger engulf
the sacred body,
as the heart raises its call
for the feast,
of the dancing stars that
collide into
a million pieces and
drowning in
the waters of ethereal love,
drenched.
Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 3:55 PM UTC
Deep dark night
Helpless, state
Miserable plight
Cool and bleak
Wintry landscape
Unknown faces
Cruel blow
Strange air
Poisonous water
Stinging earth
Strange paths
Motionless movements
Voiceless calls
Senseless imagery
Weeping cries
lyrical emotions
All jerks, activities
Noises, announcements
Agreements, decisions
Every deal and done
Heartless, motionless
Helpless state
Miserable plight
Voiceless calls
All with my pangs
Only calling You
Make the all norm
With the warm sun
Illuminating rays
Eliminate darkness
The Merciful Lord
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 3:44 PM UTC
written a long time ago.
Aghast
Sans shutting the dresser fast
Lest drawing to cloths to the past.
Akin to dredging up sedimentary muck
That metaphors me whence getting stuck
During adolescence – which lasted decades
each 'n to barreling driverless
heading toward
a garbage disposal dump peed truck
when me entire being felt utter yuck
Holograms of former life inhabit
childhood each dresser drawer
Which furniture about five feet from top to floor
Encapsulates invisible fractals
of me and contrived lore
Iron nick lee, the latter increases
as sands of time increase more
Find mine gaze drawn to hash marks
(from Matthews’) fingers did score
Within the veneer epitomizing strife that tore
And rent psyche asunder
exemplifying unseen civil war
That raged within façade of placidity
Hosting mailer daemons in this yahoo –
nobody could see
Re:
Clawing to cleave copper handles of me
Synonymous with malevolent genie
Hell bent of wreaking havoc
and thus clamored to break free
From shuttered jumbled wardrobe
stale garments some mold e
bereft of taking a tumble
in washer and dryer to air
Perspiration from boyhood pores,
with a skinny body when bare
As would be immediately clear
By many I did fear
Whose gaze akin to a scorching glare
Exhuming a suffer 'n soul silent leer,
especially when viewer near
Gaze glued at tchotchkes
like skeletal frame, with palm sized rear
Analogous to that boudoir – over there
Where housed baggy garments,
yes even under wear
Ill fitting hardly worn hand me downs
a haunting clasp from yesteryear!
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 5:25 PM UTC
This is real
This is true
I cut, reform, reshape for you
And though it hurts
With penknife sting
I hope one day
You'll accept this ring.
So trust me baby
Though I cause a fuss
I’ll work on past it
For the sake of us.
Lace my pain with percussive cussing
Swear care no matter how you fare
Taking turns, till, we in turn fail
End nearing, gasp through by breadth of hair.
So hold no breaths
And cry no tears
We’ll be there soon
Speak, breathe, forget your fears.
It's true our future’s cloudy
We're over 8 by 8 by 100 miles away
I daily **** up as you tuck in
Pledging, “Rest, I don’t jest figure eights.”
Numbers don’t matter.
And my senses, they’re surely wrong.
So why hold both eyes on you?
And ask the same for me, just as long?
It’s so we both go strain blind
Bind souls and minds together
Splatter glue hastily agreeing to this eternal song
Float handheld in this spaceless place
Disintegrating all the walls that fall upon us.
… Or those we need to walk through.
There, in fantasy, easily we go
Each kiss a taste of the love we share
That we only alone in our nakedness wear
It's clear I would put nothing on or over you
Or dare seek some other exchange
Because without this arrangement
There'd be nothing
Besides empty, pitted pangs.
Oct 22, 2017
Oct 22, 2017 at 9:54 PM UTC
I bow my head before You
When I face pangs of life
I feel You smiling.
I feel an ease.
I feel inner bliss
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 6:24 AM UTC
Link between my soul and body is temporary
So my pangs of life are mortal
Link between my soul and You is immortal
As You and Your link is time-less.
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 1:35 PM UTC
tree your bough is resplendent
with the delight
that taunts me so
I espy her as she grows
my eyes are transfixed
by her glowing complexion
days go too long
quell my waiting pangs
coiled are my feelings
her essence appealing
to the taste buds
provoking her skin is smooth
and a flesh so succulent
bring her to maturity
she drives me mad with insanity
ripening to her full perfection
of purity
longing my heart strings
fracture
wanting the reward
ready to pick
the mouth exhausts
to caress her fruit
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 6:41 PM UTC
I pushed everyone away
'Cause I didn't want to stay
This can't be the only thing left
Inside of me
I failed myself
Feeding the negative thoughts,
with harsh put downs.
Trusted lies, because facing the truth,
desires bold courage
I tire of being stepped on-
However wanting no existence,
is the same as labeling one's self,
as a doormat.
Just because you aren't alone-
does not mean you can't feel lonely
I'm used to everything being thrown back at me.
Who are you to point the blaming finger?
I now know full fault does not lie solely with me.
Coursing through are strange pangs.
Stating that not all can be closed-
without effort and inner will.
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 6:43 PM UTC