"asundered" poems
Fathoms below,
To the depths of the Sea.
The world asundered,
By its wonder.
Fathoms above,
Wings of Eagles soar.
Storms sweep.
The world in awe...
Of its evolving atmosphere.
Above and Below.
Fathoms are bold.
For the world to know.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 7:52 AM UTC
I didn't feel the hit but
I can feel the bruises
Numb and noxious and nothing
touched me while I looked sideways
laying down breathing heavily trying to
Creep back to the corner to crouch down amid
the thunder of the blackblueberry and the asundered boat
floating on my horizon and anchoring itself to an eyelash
Before it fell to planks and sheets
Before it sunk beneath the black and the blue
Mar 21, 2011
Mar 21, 2011 at 11:11 AM UTC
little pockets hid inside big pockets,
storage units with keys
purposely misplaced,
envelopes of documents,
labelled, saved for a purpose
that is no longer memorable,
but still instant recognizable
scenes from a marriage
violent hatreds so great,
that years of a single silence
were successes celebrated,
secrets never secreted
the taste of them
from your gorge
can't be easy erased
once the bile comes up,
you can't stomach the notion
of choking it back down
well past
the limits of inane,
voided arguments
left your bowels cleansed
but your mind throbbing pain bombs,
your body
floored in an exhaustive state
the limits of inane,
voided arguments,
left your bowels cleansed
your mind lobbing throbbing pain bombs,
your body
floored in an exhaustive state
and you dd this to yourself,
so no one helps you up
caches of glimpses of video snatches,
trailers of a life woeful misbegotten,
sudden asunder ripped to the fore,
you know you were there,
know you took part,
is that a younger sadder version of you?
the backyard of your brain
where the cache was dirt buried
kicked open foul odor and
well you smell the screaming hatred fights,
and the reel to reel breaks but you see it
anyway in the orangey brown colors of
time decaying, burnt-edges of video tape
you think your life is tough.
**** you.
did hard time, 30 years,
in a prison with no air or light,
a cell the size of my brain
just when the stench is mostly gone,
the cache ripped asunder
and stink so profound
you gotta lie down,
cause a reflection in a mirror
is ample excuse to put your
head or hand through it
and all you did was go see a play entitled
scenes from a marriage,
and afterwards you keep both hands in your pockets
lest you start choking yourself
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 1:55 AM UTC
There's nothing I can hold against you,
there's almost a sternness in your voice
strengthening your steadfastness,
your eyes if they wished could rail
against light travellers.
Your own Mother who you asundered,
to supple perpetual altercation.
Dark, dark your hair will seek accord
The Ocra fields were you played
casts forth a margin of your secrets.
I pray our grave court
blinded by your wonders,
serpentine and whistles
at the stroke of midnight,
whose union will shed
the growing embers
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 2:37 PM UTC
Sing the melody of the seasons of our song
Training wheels on now there gone
The elation of accomplishment on my own
My joy had a the highest tone.
Fear of the water,it looked so deep
Had no one to teach,learning the independence I would ever keep
No jumping in,went step by step
The water and I stroke by stroke I met.
She was weird,odd,funny like me
Did not mesh at first,but God knew it would be
She was my best friend,our friendship was perfect math
Seasons changed,years passed,broken heart, the fork asundered our path
First boyfriend,really cute,dull humor, flat flute
Stayed for insecurity,first break up,we did not suit
Sappy songs,girl talk,ate many sweet treats
Learned much,gained confidence for the Prince I'd later meet.
Life is hard and it can labor our breath
Taking God's hand,walking step by step
Just hope,have faith, and believe
Learning as we go,lean on the light so we can see
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 8:02 PM UTC