"ashless" poems
Writing
In the hour of the after life
As the candle burns
Fingers are numb
Ink is dry
A feathered pen ruined
On ashless paper
Exposing uncombined thoughts
Of revision
How can this be?
The words I look upon
Carefully
A sentence so unfinished
Quenching for more expressions
In which I cannot find
A performance in the house of tongues
From an encore of a lapping lexis
As the dead poet rise
To be saved
Oct 26, 2009
Oct 26, 2009 at 8:02 AM UTC
It was always so easy
So easy
To be with you
And to watch that little girl inside of me laugh
And she flicks her eyes back
To meet yours on golden gates on horizons of suns
Thousands of light beams waiting
Waiting for us
And then you just got sad
And detached
And I saw the pain in your eyes everyday
And I couldn't be that pain anymore
And you kept telling me to stop apologizing
But but I couldn't be that pain anymore
And I know how hard that summer was on you
And I'm so so so sorry I couldn't be your confide
I'm so so so sorry that our dreams turned to ashless dust in a snowstorm
And you told me it was killing you
But I think sometimes you forgot that it was killing me too
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 4:09 AM UTC
From deep within this heart
that beats with only love for Mother
and Mother’s all-consuming love,
a raging flame burns silently,
extinguishing all that is not pure
and leaving only grace.
All the pain
of the thoughts we are
is burning in stillness and peace;
gifting us our true and only Self
in the most magnificent release.
Any lingering traces and
all the hidden trails
of our countless, misunderstood lives,
the concepts and ideas, the misdirected,
algorithmic orders of our minds:
Burn it all to ashless vapor
in the ***** of the unrelative,
non-dual and unperceived Truth
of The Mother’s endless pyre.
Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 5:33 PM UTC
portraits of your blackening soul dance around my mind like daisies whilst your heartbeat seems to disintegrate into nonetheless craters of hatred and disgust. Ashless remains of your once flourished mind rest in my hair as a reminder that you were once whole. as if you are of any worth to the drought that rests inside of me. you still contain all that I once dreamt of. but you will never amount to the expectations I have of the person you should be.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC