"auricle" poems
From the abyss of despair,disdain and desertion
My angel ,my harbinger my reason to blosssom and bloom
you hatched my abeynce and gloom...
Now tht i can see the verdant and braeth the ambience
i can barely be thankful enough to the cryptic zephyr
The rapunzel who led me down her long dark ravishing locks
to the respite of the embittered recluse ....
You r my guiding redolent mermaid who
help me conquer the vast cerulean deep oceans of grief...
Without your love my life is just like a tree without leaves
my heart without beats,ohh my dear i don't knw whr it is,
in my auricle or ventricle but i know it is within my heart and will be forevr for u
which rythyms my soul by giving energy to confront this curious world
I can get the vistage of love from your comely eyes but how simply
you just deny by phoxy lines from your red luscious lips.......
please,please don't play with my emotions it just kills me day and night in motion
My eyes are wet,lips are dried heart is broken, dreams are scattered but still
there is a hope that you will give me another scope.........
and i promise i will not let my love for you go in vain untill the last drop of blood flows in my vein.........
May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 4:25 AM UTC
The love I felt for u
Got lost in time....
Coz let's face the truth.....
It was always me looking for u
And u were nowhere to find
Since debroglie said for everything,
Love must also be a symmetry and
Half heart can't make something ....
Just a sign.
Imagine only one auricle and ventricle pumping to save our vital signs.
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 9:34 AM UTC
I listen to the sound of my fate as it pours out of the bottle. At last the pressure can escape. Breathing a sigh of relief that would meet the clouds with gentle licks. I am seated at the edge of my own precipice and at the bottom is a river. Ready to carry me down a tumultuous pass to the sandy peroxide foamy waves that exfoliate my sins.
Scout the bottom of the ocean for my heart,
You will find it throbbing like your eardrums in the auricle of a conch shell
You will hear the sound of my voice
And feel the grit of sand as you clench down your teeth
The water dries around my knees as I float atop the surface. Exposing my holy flesh to the contenders of will power. Will power my will to engage the mighty rock. And burst and bleed and eviscerate to form, to mold, to sculpt the golden stool of my consciousness.
Feast your eyes upon my crown
Adorned with the corpses of my victory
And collateral damage
Feel its weight as heavy as mercy
The blood pours into the ink as I dig these verses from my soul. The goal, my raison d'être, ikki *** and my modus opernadi is to excuse the agenda pushing glitterti when they tell me what my life should be. I should be, cruising the milky ways and the galaxies that my being exists in. Infinite space, infinite time leaves way for infinite possibilities to truly be free. So don’t mind me.
Standing as the revolution
The testament
Revolving around your disillusion
Thicker than cement
My empire was built on dreams, schemes occupy my reality and place you next to me. And the rest of me I will give to you as I pull you inside of me. So that when my eyes close you sleep and when you are sad I weep, deep is the colour of our passion beyond indigo. More fierce than the might of Chaka and his legions and yet as quiet as snowfall and you are
Beautiful. A shock to the senses that
dissipates the fog.
This concludes
the prelude.
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 4:47 PM UTC
Recall the Air SPACE
Air Space Air Space
Bespeak the Plane Back
Quickly Quickly
Saw The Flag Fly
Quickly Quickly
It Was a Lowx. Lowe X Lowex
It Came Back Buick
Wurick Wicca
It Came Back auricle
Quickly Quickly
It Means My Boys Please
Quickly Quickly
My George ,
My Harry,
Eric, Brother
It Was a Chess Piece
Hurry Hurry
Came Up and Over
Over. Over
It was An Angel
Angel Angel
Dressed like a Ewe Piece
Ger Piece, HerE Piece
It Fixed My
Breathing Breathing Breathing
It Was A Three Piece
Angel Angel
A Middle Three Piece
Allies Three Piece
The Right Move
Is Move, Ger Move
A Middle three Move
All Move
Now Move
A Lon Done
No
Move No Move No Move
A French Paul Ll N
Allwns Allies
Paul Apostle Allies
Atlas Alias
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 3:05 AM UTC
Black crow take us life and limb
Take us, take our heart, soul, and sin
And into my tender auricle skreigh your mordant dirge;
Consume the life that from these corpses you did purge.
I prithee, abolish this torment that I carry;
Take from this hell to darkness dreary.
For I am no sun nor soil nor seed
And from this heart I shall bleed.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 7:31 PM UTC
Oh, if only you would incline your auricle to me my dear
and walk slowly towards the wisps of my caress, your skin
cool and fresh as rain, would feel the touch of my breath
I would whisper little nothings in your shell and tell you secrets
comb your hair, kiss your face, like only a mother's love could
I'd lift the collar off your neck and blow kisses on your nape
I'd guide you into the warm rush of air that fills your void
I'd lay on your chest while you breathe and repeat your creed
if only you would draw your helix ear to me and listen softly
I would be your song, your poem or maybe, a tinkling chime
I'd be your constant companion and listen to you, all for free
If I were the wind on your back, I'd push you gently forward
give you so many gusts of joy you would never turn your back
If I were the wind on your face I'd make you blush with pleasure
oh, if only you would incline your ear to me, my dear,
what a proud wind I would be...
Jul 17, 2021
Jul 17, 2021 at 8:07 AM UTC
My ear is colour positive
the red rim boils
from your words, a bright
light bursts from the auricle
and hangs in front of my mouth
in front of my held breath
my lips not quite open
my thoughts unspoken
my look colour negative
with well blooded brains
crossed arms, glowing
with suspicion and defiance
with the desire to attack
You won't get away with it
you won't get away with it
you won't get away with it
Oct 6, 2023
Oct 6, 2023 at 3:36 AM UTC
My children are my heart
Except for the aorta,
That's where my soul lies,
That is my own,
My life's crown.
My son is the the upper auricle and ventricle,
Whence the good oxygen enters.
My joy,
My heart beat,
My elixir,
My booster.
Gives me a purpose in life,
A sense of well being,
Forms with me a strong bond until his marriage,
Makes me feel protective,a lioness.
My daughter is my lower auricle and ventricle,
That pushes oxygen to all parts of the body.
My strength,
My pride,
My best friend for life.
Gives me new experiences,
Builds my hopes,
Realizes my dreams,
My unbroken link, for me forever.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC