"beaneath" poems
Samhain's Eve With Friends
The Lady's light is ripe and full and orange
so heavy the sky can scarce bear her up
as I tread slowly tap tap my staff clicks
my feet in their hurry crush sweet maple and acrid fir underfoot
and the early evening mist grasps at bare tree limbs like heart broken suiters
It's an early celabration Samhain Eve
No Matter
tis me alone and of course The Lady
Slowly I find my stone grove and rest a bit ... price of a Crone
No musicians tonight
Ah the tape will do well enough
No Sisters tonight
too far to come obligations trick or treat ...
No Matter
Circle swept and Caste,Quarters called
next all in turn music soft but building
insence sweet shrouds me
Fire my element crackles and spits with blessed heat
Time to steppe the Circle
This Dance I know so well
This Dance I have taught and danced and dreamt it always
Eyes Closed Cleansing Breathe
Bells on wrist and ankles chime
Now swaying stepping Luna's great course across the sky
once this way next reverse
slowly gently all recedes
there is nothing now but
me and She
She Morghanna Isis Gaia Mother Maiden Crone
My Lady
The flute is faint and hard to hear now
but the drum is strong heartbeat strong slow and deep
suddenly there are voices far yet whysper close
so soft full of laughter and secrets
..ghostly hands Sisters past, lost to me and spirits new entwine with mine and voices long forgotten soar
So Sweet
and my feet so clumsy and slow seem to fly and I hear the flute in the chime of Her laughter
She Has Come
Welcome My Lady
I hear nothing now but the drum and the rush of the wind through my hair
The Drum The Sisters The Fire
and My Lady
Suddenly my step slows no longer is it sure
aware of the stones beaneath and my hand blest but a moment ago now feels the loss of my Sisters grasp
but we are never far from one another
no matter the side of the veil
I tire and stop
the night has waned
the tape has stopped..when I cant recall
Never Mind
Close the quarters with thanks
Sever the Circle
Douse the smudge
and
Thank The Lady for a
Samhain's Eve , with friends
Solita Arcanes ShadoeWalker 31/10/10
Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 2:50 PM UTC
**Dark Circles beneath her eyes
The fire in those eyes
now replaced by sadness
of knowing too much
Of trying too hard**
.
.
*the more she saw,
the less she knew
the more she tried,
the less things worked*
She kept restlessly brooding
why the world is so raNdom
and what if the littlest thing that she did
made it fall apart?
.
.
tick-tock
(Restless brooding)
A girl of 17
never felt safe in her own skin
She comes in all the shades of self-loathing
(Restless brooding)
Living a life of mediocrity
Good, but never the best
not worth the change in your pocket.
(Restless brooding)
Centre of the group,
her smile was just that contagious
Chased by many, understood by none
Always loved mystery,
maybe that's why she became one
(Restless brooding)
Red is the color of rust that calms her
Jagged cut across her thighs
She comes with a self-destruct button and hence pushes away the very thing she likes
she wants to decrease the casualities
(Restless brooding)
Sleep won't come easily to her
so she writes and reads
that's pretty much her life
by the window she cries
for the characters whose brokeness resembles her life
but if you ask her why
she'll evade vaguely
(Restless brooding)
She increases the volume of her headphones
to mute the voices in her head
voices which try to drag her to the past
a past she'll never get rid of
(Restless brooding)
with every second that passes by
she pushes the world a little more far away
but she always smiles
so that must mean she's okay, right?
Dark circle beaneath her eyes
because *she spends her night
talking to the stars
and conspiring with the moon
against the demons she herself has created
trying to find the key
to the lock she has chained around herself*
And one day she will
one day she will realise
*her light can't be contained
and those dim eyes will shine again
One day she will not be afraid of being herself
even if she does not know who she is yet*
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC
I am enamored by you.
Ships sail from sea to sea,
but even that beauty
can't beat the unrequited dream
of what we could be.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC
*Eventhough you know
every polaroid
picturesque infinity,
and every broken strand of
every melancholic
outpouring memory,
buried deep beaneath
the debris of the moon
and sprinkled with star dust
within my soul.
You can’t seem to understand
the basicity of my humanity.
And how much
you
quietly mean to me.*
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 9:24 PM UTC
I remember yesterday in the apartment covered in murals
of beautiful eyes and psychedelic mushrooms
I see you sitting next to the ac right under the window
your sweating because its a hot day in the winter
my heart is trembling beaneath this pale skin
as I watch how your eyes lift themselves
heavily to stare out the window, because
you do not want to look in my direction, there is
no chair for you to sit on, because I am sitting
on the only one, the carpet is stained
and you sit legs crossed like a child
and again my heart is trembling beneath
my pale skin
where does your mind come from
I assume from years of a malicious father
who would come to you and love you deeply
after he has hurt you so many times
I assume that child that breathes through
your adulthood comes from the mother
who carried you with her veins
who struggled with her husbands pain
how could I walk away from you
you are a baby in my hands, and how
can I abandon that
beautiful
beautiful
scared face
lips meet in a place of peace
and content understanding
beneath trees and all living things
our faces touch lightly
how can you still be so innocent
how does purity flood your hands in such a way
that the mere definition of chastity is evolving
in my mind
I understand nothing anymore
I feel guiltless
I feel flooded in shame
I focus on the lines in your
pupils and I am elated with foreign
I am in a different land
we must go back to our separate
homes
Jan 3, 2011
Jan 3, 2011 at 11:18 AM UTC
Somewhere in the sands of time,
I hear the sound of a faithful cry..
from a bird with broken wings
who sings "my hope will never die!"..
His chances are less than average.
He's a candle in a hurricane.
Still he bows beaneath the storm
and he sings louder amidst the rain.
He knows what he'd become
if it were not for his broken wings..
He'd probably make a nest of thorns
and fill it up with shining things.
He might say "I'll sing tomorrow" -
But tomorrow might never come..
And the only awful song would be
a song that he never sung.
And what would he become
when his soul no longer sings?
So, he sings his songs of gratitude
all the more with his broken wings..
Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 2:18 AM UTC
Honestly, I was paralysed
Quick breathed, chest choking kind
That numbs to the tips of fingers
And the bottom of the heart,
Feet spread wide apart as if I ever stood a chance of taking the blow.
Its stings,
bleary eyed I'm blinking and rubbing at the skin, massage the redness away;
All that nasty shame and the ridiculous burn of guilt
That has me wilting round my shadow.
I think I might have seen something,
Hints bleeding into the beauty of blissfull ignorance and dulling the gleam,
Blinkers just a little skew-wiff
To let the light in and shine on your bare ***
Going to town between someone else's legs.
You dont look half as nice now,
Your flesh is pale and hair curls darkly
And its gross, like those meaty moans
That make you sound like a boar.
I can't call her a ***** not really,
But shes enjoying herself with the lie of one
Screaming obscenities to God
As if hed take time out of his
Busy schedule to fulfil her voyeristic fantasies,
Deity bowing his head to watch
You smash into her and smash us to pieces.
You're shuddering and shes faking those screams
There"s no glee in her eyes, just the simpering emptiness of making you feel like a man.
But your not, you're a coward
Who's **** is fond of flattery,
chases it like a puppy, perking up hopefully to be petted.
I dont think I'm upset anymore.
I'm out the door and rain falls cool on the ground
I'm crunching down the gravel,
shedding my committment,
It's has a satisfying sound that dies
Beaneath my boot as you stumble after me.
'It's not what you think'
It's funny because I honestly
Hadn't thought anything except
I'd never never seem you like that before;
Not so raw and pasty
And ugly.
Maybe you'll meander back into my mind
As divine as you have been before
But right now I deplore the memory.
I dont love you
Because I dont know who you are.
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 12:35 PM UTC
sometimes being happy seems
a self-indulgence:
you were singing songs from the musical in me,
us, sipping sweetened tea beaneath the trees
that crazy summer afternoon
things I thought but never said
to you and
things I thought but always said
over and over as if
nothing else had ever happened to me
and the thing I thought
when I thought of that
was that I thought
an awful lot of
you
Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 8:53 PM UTC
Everybody wanted to fly.
To all my people always wanted to try.
We wanted to see the world that lies beaneath us.
They wanted to feel how it was.
I have cherished you for so long my darling
But you came to leave without a warning.
Slowly without anybody watching
Although that was what you thought,Clearly I was crying.
My my,how beautiful was to be on top of everything
Feel the cool air on your skin,that was rushing.
The veins that savored every blood that passed
Just like the woman in the car whose car just crashed.
Adrenaline spreading all over my body is inevitable.
Like the past is just unalterable.
We always wanted to see the world's vulnerability
So they flew away,taking themselves a man's superiority.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 2:52 AM UTC
Be careful when you peel your battles
Cause some oranges fight back.
It all happened while I was standing in a hallway
I peeled and orange, and it fought back
I stood there trying to get beaneath the skin
but it's juice dripped uncontrollably
The venom of the peel shot into my eye
and I was half-blind as the fight continued
I managed to get off a thumb-sized peel
it hit the carpet, with a thud
just kidding peels don't make noise when they fall
but I heard a thud in my mind
I gouged out one slice, mangeld, yet juicy
and handed it to a boy named Timmy
Timmy nodded, and said
"This is a good one, definitely worth the fight!"
The juice was so extreme
it was hitting my head, mid section, arms, and legs with full force
Almost beat, but not quite I looked down at my body..
I was thoroughly covered with orange insides
This was the last straw,
still peel covered, and losing lots of juice...
I opened it in half
Juice exploded everywhere and my hands were so slippery...
the entire orance took its plumet to the carpet
The orange fought back, and I didn't get to eat it
it saw its happy ending in the trash can
Oh how I wanted that orange
The orange that fought back.
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 2:25 AM UTC
Sunset and Sunrise
No uncertainty-
Just a simple pure Energy;
Amongst us All, Beaneath the Ether, Over the horizon and throughout the hills-
Here I am comfortably as one
With myself.
Aug 24, 2010
Aug 24, 2010 at 7:42 AM UTC
Come dear night,
My veil from all the
Dreadful tales of the world
As the sun spirals down
I welcome you with open arms.
Lie with me
Beaneath the moon
That’s not the least
Ashamed to spy on our
Little meeting.
The silence
Left in the wake of dead
Seems to be our piece,
Our cue for the ball
That didn’t happen till yet.
Perfect twirls—
I can’t help but
Feel your loneliness as comfort
To me ;
The night and I —
Perfect companions.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 10:19 AM UTC
I have bathed myself in the clear glittering waters of your love,and rested beaneath the welcoming tree of your spirit.These hands have tenderly held your face and looking deep within your eyes, i've read the silent speech written there. You've been the beacon light of hope, shinning across across all my dark days, my city street oasis, my touchstone, with a love as warm as oven gingerbread. And when holding you in the midst of an evil land, i've held the promise of joy.
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 8:46 PM UTC
And they say she's 'weird.'
They say she's 'different.'
They make it sound like a bad thing.
Little do they know what is bubbling over,
Beaneath the surface.
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 11:57 PM UTC
In love, in love, and in love again
As friend of such a woman
A friend who cares,
dares to ask where I stand... I stand upon ones heart
Cracked moon light spots blotched with hot spots
Coarse detachments between your thoughts
And my rationale
I speak..... Do I speak ?
To you ?
The truth is so painful.... To you
Buried beaneath you and crying hums alone and patched with agony as you trickle away
Each day your face.... Sheds it's grace, love - youthful taste and play, I'm a stranger to your soul
As I leak my heart on your guarded shield, I crumble to your insistence
It's the 'one'
Bust their just playing a game
Only to play you until you wither away
It's clear - their care lasts like the wind
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 6:52 PM UTC
Are you blind?
You're back on the conveyer belt, again.
You're fooled by that you see, again.
You seem to be getting closer but you're drifting further away.
You see hope on the horizon which turns to agony as soon as you get close enough to reach it.
You're heart is breaking at the thought of struggle
You're depending on the bottle, again.
The guzzle is burning your throat as you swallow any chance at revival.
Fingers turn to black, lips turn to black, mind turns to black.
You're crumbling with the ashes of cigarettes
There's no rebuilding broken debris anymore.
Hope is sunken beaneath you as you lay drunk on the floor.
Miles away from the conveyer belt, again.
No going back to where you're headed.
No heads or tails to change the situation.
No more gods willing to listen.
Its over.
Don't inhale.
Life wasted at the thought of making it
but giving up when you get a chance to escape your mind.
No press play, fast forward, rewind.
No more hands helping you out the gutter
You're already buried six feet too deep.
Your hands are on your mouth, again
Trying to quiet your screams.
No ones listening
No ones wondering
No ones there.
You've created this hell for yourself;
just lock the door as you leave.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC
You got a call at 7:42,
It was your dad reminding you to drive safely,
the clouds were getting darker, covering cobalt blue skies,
the ones we tried to sit and admire with bare eyes,
but ended up just taking pictures of like we always do.
We captured pearly white clouds and softening sunsets,
the way I feel with my friends is unforgettable,
and even on days where I feel like the pain I feel,
the one that reminds me that I miss you still,
is spreading through my body like a cancer,
one that is too far developed to treat,
I am reminded by the grass beaneath my feet,
that I have this beautiful planet,
I have the sky to myself,
I have clouds that shadow when I've had too much sun,
and trees that cover when the sky comes undone,
and a storm begins to drench us in shame,
and I got a call that was not the same as yours.
I got a call and heard the word "cancer"
and all I could think of was the way the clouds rolled across the sky
becoming greyer as the water continued to rise,
all at once the green grass lost its hue,
and I fell into the Earth
as I was consumed by the thought of losing you.
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 10:36 PM UTC
And beaneath everything there’s another feeling, the last of them buried beaneath my bones.
The feeling of sitting in the dark, alone.
Some might see it as peaceful; a place for safe keeping for yourself but it’s anything but that.
Instead it is hiding, crawling up into this dark corner because of all the lights flashing at me.
They’re transfixing in a way though, these lights. Like the cacophony of moth wings near that one simple light that hangs suspended in the middle of a hospital room. It’s kind of rancid too in a way.
On reflection, everybody is trying to dissect me.
Dissect me till I am these layers of feelings I store.
But nobody can ever reach down enough to this hidden feeling.
Everybody wants to tear me apart; but I am only flesh and bone.
The only part of me that needs to be torn apart is the one in the darkness, where I am caged and begging to be torn apart.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 11:33 AM UTC
the thing is,
you aren't magnificent.
my mind isn't laced,
with the thought of you.
there is no rarity,
beaming from behind your eyes;
no slight shimmer of a marvel,
beaneath the surface of your skin.
falling in line with those ahead,
and those behind:
you bore me.
if i was given a chance to pull back,
your carefully sealed unexceptional flesh,
would i see and feel something,
i was unaware you possessed?
a tiny glimmer of unprecedented original beauty,
an unknown personal outlet
exemplifying fearless individualism?
...or would i be disappointed,
by the nearly hollow expected interior,
singularly displaying a rudimentary *** drive,
and the unimaginative blueprints,
on how to fulfill it.
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 11:11 PM UTC