#sung
Tying their soul to an object,
a death binding requiem sung—
by the sword of the swordsman,
a drowned song of their own longing.
Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 11:03 AM UTC
The music of you
is too strong
that's why my poetry
is silent
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 2:53 AM UTC
In gratitude such
I never ask much
as words roll off of my tongue
Said in the clutch
loud and not hush
never far fetched or far flung
If no fit for you
you know what to do
delete them as if, never sung
It's simple you see
words said by me
like a bell that's been teased
but not rung
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 9:51 PM UTC
You’ve heard what I’ve sung,
You’ve read what I wrote,
But can that get
To the heart of all my hopes?
So I run away, I smoke;
Getting by
With desperate gropes.
And I groan,
and I moan,
but **** just cut the ropes!
And these chains, that maim,
They’re gone, just like smoke,
My skin no longer cut up
Like dandruff
Think soap.
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 4:51 AM UTC
In the darkness of a book
In the cradle of a look
In the flower of enlightened uncertainty
In the birth of God the word of eternity
What you think you may become
Voices echo like the drum
Flames burn in words
Love the greatest flame of all
Eternal word of creation
Of us all
The word given in the beginning
Hope to start us singing
An angelic sky to watch the sunrise
On a mountain
To drink from the fountain
On heavens earth
To watch a son or a daughters birth
To remember a kiss
In remembrance there is this
Etched in histories thought
The word is caught
Captured in the collective mind
Sung in divine times.
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 5:24 PM UTC
Path trended and passed
In silence they weep and act
Aisle after aisle a memory sung
Trespassed as eventful melody
Spears of death sink inwards
Body trembles as it fades away
A belong to the bare soiled ground
As the whispers of the wind evaporate
I lost my shoes, my clothes all torn
Blended in moulded formed horns
Knees crashed on the pebbles
I recite my said and unsaid repentance
The bricks, blocks and boxes boast
Rising above the past I long lost
As the heat rise, they make passion
A traction, the subtractions,a surmise
The sunrise once bright disappears
The lens clogged in blurry vision
A bird within flutters and mutters
Drifty as the phone once held slide
Out of reach, out of touch, outer tours
Over sensed danger, the blackened day
Liberated in clear skies,unclouded reforms
The pounded bells echoes lullabies of calm
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC
A thousand shouting calvary
Raise arms and tails
They surround me
On all sides
No where to run
No where to hide
But as the guitar slides
My dreaming becomes
Alive.
Thru the meadows of metal
Luscious as laced lasses
Eyes green as the greenest grasses
With big ol'
...
Glasses, of wine-for-the-soul,
The beats move my control
From hot to cold
Im frank,
Your bold
Hold strong
It won't be too long now
Till we dance and sing
Vow
He died for you too
"dah de by o"
Yes, YOU too!
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
You haven't heard the sweetest sound
Until you've listened to a song
Played on piano
And sung with true feeling
You haven't heard this song before
Have you?
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 6:28 PM UTC
I become a such song which is never sung by anyone.
I become a flower which is never plucked by anyone.
I become a road which is never travelled by anyone.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 1:23 PM UTC
what to do when your muse is gone, and you have only sung half your song
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 4:30 AM UTC
Let me set a boundary.
Setting a line between what is and what is seen;
Shading a curtain behind the scenes.
Little do you know that you've forgotten-
Internal eternal moments have always been.
Cast out like a net.
Disguising this world like a play.
If the world was the word,
It would be the ecstatic vibration of what they say.
But meaning gets lost
and it slips the tongue.
Surrounded by whispering lies, the truth is sung.
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 8:28 AM UTC
You're so broken you're on your knees
You're alive but not living
If I could I'd bring you back to life
And that's a promise and definitely a lie to be told
You are your own resurrection
I cannot help you at all
If you fall I will try to catch you
But how can I catch you, if you are only a phantom of what was?
You'd slip right through my fingers like grains of sand in an hour glass
Just like you did with my trust
It slipped right through your phantom fingers
How did I ever think you were real?
I should have known those whispered words were nothing but wasted air and time
I could have sung songs of whispered broken hearts instead of listening to the nothing that is you
So from now on I will sing of phantoms, phantoms like you
The ones that use souls up and tell lies and break people's trust
***I wish I knew just what you were from the start
But how could I when I was blind from seeing right through you from the heart?***
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC