"blurr" poems
Sleep made her eyes droop
Tears made her eyes blurr
Stress made her reactions slow
Love made her heart heavy
Rain made the road slick
The crash made her life change
Mar 7, 2010
Mar 7, 2010 at 12:00 PM UTC
the carousel played
in the carnival park
bright music to lure
tinkling lights in the dark
spirited ponies, animals quaint
all snorting and rearing
colored with paint
the spinning floor stops
for us to get on
we choose our mounts
it starts with a song
up and down go the horses
the calliope sings
as we go 'round we reach out for the rings
sometimes we miss them
they go on by
but there's always a chance
for the second try
the turning seasons
so very like life
you get your good job
your husband or wife
your car and your boat
your kids and their stuff
you go 'round and 'round
but you can't get enough!
then all of a sudden
death cuts like a knife
and you discover you've wasted your life
the scenery, the colors
just a smear. just a blurr
the music passed by
your heart was not stirred!
you didn't smell seabreeze
feel the wind in your face
you didn't seek God
missed out on His
GRACE
LIFE IS THE JOURNEY
but you forgot
you passed up the beauty
without a thought
LIFE ISN'T ALL GOLD
it don't mean a thing
so reach for the
Rose
as well as the
RING
reach out for
GOD
He's important as well
when you take your ride
on the bright
CAROUSEL
SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/15/2015
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Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
For the seven lakes, and by no man these verses:
Rain; empty river; a voyage,
Fire from frozen cloud, heavy rain in the twilight
Under the cabin roof was one lantern.
The reeds are heavy; bent;
and the bamboos speak as if weeping.
Autumn moon; hills rise about lakes
against sunset
Evening is like a curtain of cloud,
a blurr above ripples; and through it
sharp long spikes of the cinnamon,
a cold tune amid reeds.
Behind hill the monk’s bell
borne on the wind.
Sail passed here in April; may return in October
Boat fades in silver; slowly;
Sun blaze alone on the river.
Where wine flag catches the sunset
Sparse chimneys smoke in the cross light
Comes then snow scur on the river
And a world is covered with jade
Small boat floats like a lanthorn,
The flowing water closts as with cold. And at San Yin
they are a people of leisure.
Wild geese swoop to the *******
Clouds gather about the hole of the window
Broad water; geese line out with the autumn
Rooks clatter over the fishermen’s lanthorns,
A light moves on the north sky line;
where the young boys **** stones for shrimp.
In seventeen hundred came Tsing to these hill lakes.
A light moves on the South sky line.
State by creating riches shd. thereby get into debt?
Thsi is infamy; this is Geryon.
This canal goes still to TenShi
Though the old king built it for pleasure
K E I M E N R A N K E I
K I U M A N M A N K E I
JITSU GETSU K O K W A
T A N FUKU T A N K A I
Sun up; work
sundown; to rest
dig well and drink of the water
dig field; eat of the grain
Imperial power is? and to us what is it?
The fourth; the dimension of stillness.
And the power over wild beasts.
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Whenever they ask me "What Happened"
I just look at them and say "It's complicated"
I thought it was going so well then all of the sudden,
We go back to strangers; as if we never dated,
It started off as a simple game
I never planned to make you mine,
I never thought you'd feel the same,
We just started talking; from exchanging half gearted insults to cheesy pickup lines,
The thought of us being "more than friends" seemed so sureal,
So I honestly didn't know how to feel,
Until I finally gathered enough courage to ask you,
If you felt the same way about me too,
After your "yes", the happiness was basically all a blurr
But Like they say, love barely lasts forever,
I started to have second thoughts about us being together,
I lost motivation,
Even to reply to your simplest questions,
I didnt keep up a conversation,
I took you for granted,
Barely gave you things you wanted,
Yet somehow I still hate how we ended,
Countless nights contemplating my mistakes,
Countless attenpts to forget you for every shot I take,
Drinking away all the things I did wrong,
Reminiscing from a stupid love song,
Maybe it is true,
That I probably didn't deserve you,
I can't believe how fast you found someone new,
It kills me to think about my biggest regret;
Letting go of a girl I can never forget
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC
WHAT A WONDERFUL LITTLE BOY
The view
gazes at him.
The landscape gathers
itself about him
as if he were a piece of pigment
in a painting a blob or blurr
of blue or green or
something in between.
"What a wonderful little boy!"
a passing cloud, pauses...muses
and says once more in case the hill
hadn't heard.
"What a wonderful little boy indeed!"
a tree agrees...winking...its leaves.
A river runs through him
alive in his senses.
The grass runs all over
the field tickling his naked toes.
Sunlight throws
itself at his feet
bows before him in all
its glory.
A breeze throws his hat high
up in the sky and
returns it to his hand
as if by command.
The clouds grazing now
upon a hill top
fascinated by his presence
how he has come to be.
"He makes us feel
so very much alive!"
One cloud nods
to another.
"Oh, there's a poet in him
to be sure to be sure!"
the river remarks
its voice clamouring over stones.
Time that sheep dog barks
but the clouds only luahg
"See how he lends us
his voice
in order that we may think
and speak.
Look I'm talking
in human words."
"Ballea...Ballea...Ballea!"
the farm shouts its name.
Again and again and again
the river exclaims
"Owenabui...Owenabui...Owenabui!"
sunlight dancing in its voice.
A bird stands stock still
upon the air
neither coming or going
just standing on nothing
as if it were a punctuation mark
typed upon the sky.
Time returns now
in policeman mood.
"Move along now...nothing to see here
move along now!"
And the landscape loses a voice
the sky its ability to see
the cloud has no words
the bird become a dot
only the sunset
whispers to an horizon
"What a wonderful
wonderful little boy!"
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 6:49 AM UTC
Since I met you here, dear friend
I began to like this place a lot
at first sight it was eerie here
and the ground for me too hot
As I continued walking
upon untrodden paths
rotten fruit surrounding me
no bees or birds are singing
I wonder walking all alone
no sign of a living soul
all green softness disappeared,
and everywhere was stone
Wondering all the time, no shame
I found a clear chrystal ditch at last
if you will ask about the name
is that the present or in the past?
My head turning, my feet burning
they are to blurr my view
great bliss that pure water and some dew
wish that shall change my head from spinning
Then walking all the while with the same view
I see from far a green stip slowly coming
in seventh heaven am I, since it's a human being
I thank Thee on my naked knees, it is you my friend
I notice beauty yonder
the mockingbird and wren
have a duet together
I wonder since when
After I've met you, friend
I like this place a lot
it's not so eerie anymore
and God's blessings are on this spot
© Sylvia Frances Chan
27th April 2013
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 9:56 AM UTC
Behold the man who terrfies with power,
Behold the man who can **** a king with his glower.
All hail the man who has it all,
All hail the man who cannot fall.
Woe to the man who fears judgement day,
He paces and turns the clock off in fear driven rage.
Woe to the man who hides his pills from the other "eyes",
He sits vengeful at his past, masking it with every lie.
Woe to the man who doesn't sleep at night,
For he regrets selling is soul, he doesn't sleep in fright.
Woe to the men who are evil, for deep down they do not know,
Their sickness has overcome them, they aren't aware they are suffering, barely able to crawl.
Behold the one who sees it all,
It is I, the lowly, the injured, the small.
Behold the one with the love for the wolves when the world does not,
I love what the world only wishes to die and rot.
The evil are not born evil, some this truth is no option,
For many, "Go to hell, you deserve no love, you are just a toxcin."
I have grown to love what you consider "wicked",
Despite my life, I am the victim.
I can only love and forgive, no hatred after all these years,
I still pray for them, behind my bruises, scars and tears.
We could both debate, argue and try to pursuade, but I care too much, I will not lie behind hate.
Perhaps a weakness, call me pathetic,
but I was sent to heal the broken,
Even if it makes me just as sick.
Without a cure, how can we heal?
Without a heaven, there is only hell.
I fear the day when I am free,
I fear the day this chord is broken,
Killing them from me.
What will be left is me the murderer,
Me to mourn their decay;
And what will be left is just a dream, a blurr.
A pain I cannot bare to think it,
I cannot stomach that, not even for a bit.
So, woe and behold,
The evil, the sick,
Whom society and the mind is their virus,
A good soul their antibiotic.
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 6:25 AM UTC
I travel trough the heavy rain
I sit lonesome on a lonely train
I play blues
These days are grey, these nights are blue
my mind keeps coming back to you
I play the blues
I travel with desire
Past houses lit on fire
I play jazz
Windows lit by sundown
My train-seat old and rundown
I play jazz
Rainbow roads in colored blurr
Pretty little towns I'm sure
I play swing
Past mirror waves and open sky
My stomach tingles, wonder why I
Play swing
***** feet on ***** train
Skin so white I see my veins
I play punk
Impatient taps and flickering lights
Soon the day will turn to night
I play punk
Head in the clouds, mind at ease
Longing for the morning breeze
I play Pink Floyd
Memories hanging from branches
Passengers sharing brief glances
I play Pink Floyd
I'm coming home, I'm on my way, but I travel still...
I travel not by force... yet not by will
Music of choise as soundtrack to the silent film
beyond the windowsill
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC
tears fall like daggers
my skin- dry and ripped;
the sweat drips differently
and the blood flow slows.
patience and positivity keeps the wheels turning,
but there is a breaking point on the horizon.
soon i will stand up to depression,
but for now,
i sit and wait.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 12:23 PM UTC
Spinning and spinning
Six little circles
Flushing a life down the drain
Naught but a smidgen of straining, my pidgeon,
A blurr to the vision, euphoric, no pain
My brain,
Will just shut down
I’ll get
Out of this town
The rain
Gonna pour down and wash me away
Whirling and twirling
My heart in the middle
Graphing the pathway to get the right spin
Crisp calculation, the subtle equation
Causing elation, at last cashing-in
Your brain,
Will just shut down
You'll get
Out of this town
The rain
Gonna pour down and wash you away
You must be THIS tall to ride this ride
It’s your human RIGHT to a nice
suicide
This celestial plane, ...and all of it’s
strife
We can help you jump past it,
It’s YOUR ******* life!
It’s all in your hands.
You know what to do.
Now is the time
To become the late YOU
Your brain
Will just shut down
You'll get
Out of this town
The rain
Gonna pour down and wash you away
My paradigm’s shifting
The veil is lifting
What was I thinking
My heart rate is sinking
And something is stinking
My consciousness shrinking
And what is that ringing
Do I hear choirs singing?
-
Julijonas
Fancy yourself the angel-reaper?
Julijonas Urbonas
Aren't you your brother’s keeper?
Is this just a "what-if", ...for fun?
O Julijonas
Julijonas Urbonas
…What have you done?
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 6:44 PM UTC
Her Diamond Mind
Rests in Pure Carbon Mine
Shining Fluorescence
Never left her with obsolescence
Light refraction
Quite the distraction
Ice rink on her finger
A monetary stinger
Gem best friend
How much did he spend?
Frozen Pond reflection
of the hardest affection
Ice rock speaks to only her
Don't be a gem amateur
Clear crystal quartz won't do Sir
with its dim blurr
Follow the four C's
Scintillation gleams
Cut determines its prism
At first sight brings hypnotism
Color - a rainbow brilliance
Smiles with each glance
More clarity for radiance
All eyes may be romanced
Be prepared for a trance
Carat weight
Might be the bait
Year after year
Continual glimmer
With every light flicker
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 3:04 PM UTC
.
Light sparkles in the clover,
Yellow and blurr of bees
Are honeyed in the sun
And robins have come,
Yanking in the gasses,
So green is the moisten
Of the painting of the dew
And all is lolling in petrichor,
The soils running with slow
Time so shortly experienced,
Oils of wood permeate the air,
Lapping brooks bream into light,
The loft kestrel swirls in meadow
And chipmunks scuttle at base of tree,
Even the wind does freshly quiet, crisply,
There as a hug waiting for body and spirit,
Patches of white are disappearing, they know—
That one day we must all return, after winter snows.
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 2:40 PM UTC
Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again,
And howlest, issuing out of night,
With blasts that blow the poplar white,
And lash with storm the streaming pane?
Day, when my crown'd estate begun
To pine in that reverse of doom,
Which sicken'd every living bloom,
And blurr'd the splendour of the sun;
Who usherest in the dolorous hour
With thy quick tears that make the rose
Pull sideways, and the daisy close
Her crimson fringes to the shower;
Who might'st have heaved a windless flame
Up the deep East, or, whispering, play'd
A chequer-work of beam and shade
Along the hills, yet look'd the same.
As wan, as chill, as wild as now;
Day, mark'd as with some hideous crime,
When the dark hand struck down thro' time,
And cancell'd nature's best: but thou,
Lift as thou may'st thy burthen'd brows
Thro' clouds that drench the morning star,
And whirl the ungarner'd sheaf afar,
And sow the sky with flying boughs,
And up thy vault with roaring sound
Climb thy thick noon, disastrous day;
Touch thy dull goal of joyless gray,
And hide thy shame beneath the ground.
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She is dressed like an unmarked bottle of tequila
Smuggled and homemade
There's some dirt on your cheek
Leave it there
Out here looks good on you
There is the crunch and scrape
of dirt in the threading
little pebbles against my teeth
I spit them out onto a smooth portion of cement
Pray that in the blurr
I can read divinity
in the way the dirt falls
Another swig and I am heart heavy
Like scrap metal
and old houses
like fat sacks of glowing mercy
She smiles like a pipedream
of twisted shining copper
She speaks in head spin
This is what it feels like when god talks to you
without killing you
She says
You are not in the business of
feeling sorry for yourself
Name the year
This is the year of the shedding of weight
The year of the cutting in half
The year of shaking the dust
From the fragile places
Wiping the dirt from the threading
even if you have to use your own mouth
so you can finally seal yourself
without worrying if it will hurt this time
The year of hotmess
And young love
The year of leaving
This is the year
Not where everything is lost
But a new lightness is gained
In the way you can walk away
So pull your heart out from the rubble
of the past
This is the year of being charming
The year of fist fights and no regrets
The year where you finally understand
what it means to be honest
This is the year of shaking the dust
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 1:51 PM UTC
keep the window open i cant stand to smell your skin, you are shivering. youre cold
(you tell me so (you want a response (i nod,)))
(but you are still cold)
*do you have any
fantasies?*
this halting voice heaves in my stomach pressing against the walls, making
me sick, the snap of your blinking lids a pickaxe to my temple. *i think about
fire
a lot. i think about forest fires.* filling the tank in a dead town, dark night quiet town,
the gas tank overflows (your nervous eyes in your sweating sticky face {your twitching gaze stroking the lighter in the glove compartment} dry dry lips {your wet tongue only makes them dryer})
breathing in her ear you say *tie me to the stake tight tight so rope burn sears my wrist,
burn me with the dry kindling,*
condensation drips down her neck, sliding down the arm. on the sidewalk in the pit of her shadow a puddle forms, wetting the wings of the unhappy wasps, joints twisted, the gaps in the exoskeleton show something bright, something bulbous, with forceps and needles it could be reached? its delicate skin pierced, oozing thick light (*do you have any
fantasies?*)
[*so there are two of me, right,
clones, equivalent beings but
individuals. some sort of sick
government secret. human ex
periments. its not important.
i grab my clone by the neck or
it grabs me, its not important,
the dust billows when my feet
skid, im choking, vision blurr
ing, i claw at my hands, we f
all, dust bursts into the air, m
y fist makes sick thudding sou
nds when it hits, bruising my
knuckles on the structural bon
es of my face, possibly breaki
ng the more delicate ones. im
straddling my chest and im s
pitting out the teeth that i di
dnt swallow. then the clones
**** im not really sure.*]
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
I spoke first to her
there wasn't any conversation
there wasn't any blurr
understanding
and all that thing
peaceful, easeful
never worrying
I realized
was this wise
to give response
to her advice…?
my man and all
stayed standing tall
watching us one day to fall
a greatest mistake
since we weren't rollin' the ball
he kicked his head to our wall
he was waiting till I'll fall
surprisingly I grew tall
not the ball nor the wall
but I and my all
I loved him to the brim
I still love him easiest as gym
I still do keep loving him
since he has learned me to swim
when I spoke to him
it was war or peace
still I filled my tea cup with such ease
patiently to the brim
I must admit caring for him
I still do, I love it but feel great pity
leaving her
was my greatest woe
my life in tears
from head to toe
she kept calling and writing to me
her beautiful poetry
I had greatest silence
during our absence
only my soliloquy
I realized I had fallen in love
with her
poetry
if you have read her
you would agree with me
her poetry is her everything
but she became my only thing
she said latest days
poetry is my everything
none understands except thee
(Oh, how flattered I was !! In seventh heaven)
Then she continued:
but my love for thee
is above all things
beyond eternity
and above my poetry
(Am crying of happiness)
now at last I must confess
she is my most
beautiful princess
I ever possessed
My Poetess....
© Sylvia Frances Chan
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 8:29 AM UTC
(((TELL ME WHY???)))
Why why why
Tell me why?
Why you left me?
Why you ignored me?
With out any means
Without any reasons
Disappeared you why.
Why why why.
Tell me why?
Why you broke my heart?
With arrow and dart.
Why why why.
Tell me why?
Why you came in my life?
To give me pains.
To bind my life in chains.
Still i miss you why?
Why why why.
Tell me why?
Why showed me blurr dream?
And left me in breme.
Hurt me why
Why why why.
Tell me why?
Why you loved me?
Why you promised me?
Were you a fake?
Tell me for GOD's sake.
Blocked me why?
Why why why
Tell me why?
Why you have stolen my heart?
And now broked it into parts.
Made me cry why..
Why why why.
Tell me why?
Why you made me sad?
I feel now so bad.
Otherwise I was too simple lad.
Made me mad why?
Why why why
Tell me why?
Why you are angry?
Why you went off?
From my life.
With some little strife.
Hate me by you why
Why why why
Tell me why?
Why you have gone so far way?
Do you love me please say.
You will realize everything oneday.
Repent and will miss me everyday.
Lost we why
Why why why?
Tell me why?
Why you told me a lie?
We will live together.
Will enjoy our life each other.
And will play with one another.
And finally you told me good bye.
I don't know it why.
Why why why.
Just tell me why?
Why u left me in grief?
And became my heart's theif.
Having inside pain & finding no relief.
You are mine it was my belief.
Untrust me you why.
Why why why.
Tell me please why?
Why you ignored me.?
Why you left me?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Please tell me why?
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 4:08 AM UTC
I have to hold back my tears. No one can see me like this, vulnerable and not in control.
They think that i can fend for myself, what do they know? Truth is im in need for their help, for their opnion and inspiring words.
For a long time it was me in the middle of the sandwhich. My older sister covering me, and i protecting my ypunger twin.
Its funny how the sandwhich turns into how my life is today. My older sister takes up all the spotlight, claimig it allfor herself. Absorbin all the attention until there is none left. I shake at the words she wont utter, like a simple please or thank you. How she would never help my mother how she leaves my mother fighting so hard, as she sits on the couch and jist watches. When my mother asks for her help she will make it more like a burden then helping out of respect. I will do any of those thigs in a heart eat just to take the stress off of my moms shoulders. But again thats how we differ...
As for my twin the one that i had felt the need to protect since we had been in the wound together 16 years ago. How can i put in words all the feelings she leaves on me? She is so irritable yet i yearn to watch her succeed. She is as slow as a turtle, yet sometimes shes as sharp as a knife . Some nights ill catch her talking to herself, it pains me to see her over think things. After so much effort of tryin to help her all i can do now is make beleive im sleeping, pull the covers over my head and let the tears roll down my cheek, burning it under their touch. She has this problem and the tendency to ovetthink thongs from the stipidest things to the most important. She lays them all on the same scale not considekg the dfferences betwene them . As muh as she overthinks , when she has an idea she lets it cloud her judgement.l
I remember thst one time in our cribs its blurr but i still feel it in my blood. Diane had my moms attentiom absorbed for she was alsay a cryer even when her head hutt a lottle bit. Michelle was sick with strep having my moms also and my dads granparents. Then my head throat and whole body was killing .. All i remmeber was keeping my mouth shut. And waitig for someone to come ask me how i was feeling. Which no one did.And still as i cry typing this no one will ask me how im feeling, for i have middle child syndrome
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 6:29 PM UTC
Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again,
And howlest, issuing out of night,
With blasts that blow the poplar white,
And lash with storm the streaming pane?
Day, when my crown'd estate begun
To pine in that reverse of doom,
Which sicken'd every living bloom,
And blurr'd the splendour of the sun;
Who usherest in the dolorous hour
With thy quick tears that make the rose
Pull sideways, and the daisy close
Her crimson fringes to the shower;
Who might'st have heaved a windless flame
Up the deep East, or, whispering, play'd
A chequer-work of beam and shade
Along the hills, yet look'd the same.
As wan, as chill, as wild as now;
Day, mark'd as with some hideous crime,
When the dark hand struck down thro' time,
And cancell'd nature's best: but thou,
Lift as thou may'st thy burthen'd brows
Thro' clouds that drench the morning star,
And whirl the ungarner'd sheaf afar,
And sow the sky with flying boughs,
And up thy vault with roaring sound
Climb thy thick noon, disastrous day;
Touch thy dull goal of joyless gray,
And hide thy shame beneath the ground.
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Take one for this
Take one for that
Your mind isnt in bliss
Yet as flat as a mat
You cant think clearly
Everythings in a blurr
I almost fainted nearly
I thought pills were meant to work?
Rush in
Rush out
My head is felt feeling dazed and confused
As though drugs are my only muse
Cant think
Cant write
Cant listen
Cant fight
Feeling like a vegetable
But people dont understand
Because to them
They just think its all in my mind.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
My dream became my other world so real or is this fake
I dreamt of many crazy things like floating in a lake
i must be mads cos I dont swim and sink just like a brick
my dreams are more reality than I could ever think
I pinched myself so I could see the difference from the two
but would I really tell apart the dreaming from the truth
time will tell when one does wain and all becomes a blurr
the dreaming and reality ..I concur
Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 9:41 PM UTC
With scratches on her arm
Knife mark on neck that harm
She got tired and went to the farm
Where she used to reduce her souls warm
She gave time to a second thought
That enough of this pain, it's overwrought,
How much she has to tackle , not snot
She will heal the scratches, she got
Nature started raining in farm heavenly
She understood, god is with her, supportively
With million of pain she smiled , screamingly
Her time will also come, hopefully
She covered her body scratches,
Went out of the farm patches,
The moon gave it's shine batches
She slept on the stool having latches
The sun smiled gloomingly on her
She waked with desire with no blurr
She went into the farm and lastly infer
She want happiness and peace, err..
Her scratches reminded her the foes
This time she ain't cried but laughter goes
Her pain reminded her the wrong does
This spot she didn't regret but learned lows
The girl Started her life again
And demanded only gains
Scratches has Heal
The girl got Wheel
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 6:12 AM UTC
I'm not sure who I am yet,
I'm sure where I'm going,
I don't know if I'll ever be,
Really truly me,
We spend our time inventing ourselves,
And i guess I'm just spare parts,
The way my mind thinks,
Music is my art,
A titles half the story,
A picture worth a thousand words,
I've spent my life regretting,
And feeling no self worth,
I've gotten sick and tired,
Of being sick and tired,
I've felt the way we all we feel,
At 3am alone.
I've started to stay on the internet,
Into wee hours of the morning,
Gathering scattered information.
I see my week,
A flashing blurr of distorted colors,
Emotions whirling everywhere,
Trailing one another,
I'm not sure where I'm going,
Or if you'll follow me,
I'm not sure of my roots,
If I was planted like a tree,
I haven't spent much time,
Inventing myself,
Not as much as wishing I was someone else,
But it is time to own up to,
The real and true me,
And maybe then I'll understand....
Who I'm supposed to be
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 2:41 AM UTC
Each passing time my will to create with words depart from my impulse,
The drive and want and passion lost by crippled sense of inner flames.
Do you see the dreams blurr the skies of blue to grey,
As crimson and hues of purple interplay in the celestrial plain.
From the time of land parted from the skies zenith ago
And further more the time garden of Eden let Lilith go!
It's a place of Queens and Kings with wings,
while ladies and maiden play among the swings.
With stone and lands with rocks shaped into castle,
All those creation crumbled to dust to ashes blown by the wind.
Such illustration created by sleeping illusion eludes interpretation,
As time elapse our minds will shut to collaspe with no variables.
As the strand of hair turn black to white with forgotten songs,
One can lose all of their imagination and can only surrender to sleep.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
Invocation flowed by divination on the splat of paints,
As the hand move eradically, painting blurr dramatically!
Compelled by the vocal expression, with reinforced connotation.
Singing with such provocative verbalism with moving utterance!
With drop of paint splash of articulation, with inner confession!
Fingers post, flow with curves like storm erupting with Passion!
He can't stop, he will not stop, as ye move relentlessly like erratic feline.
Go forth with his art like a roar of thunder shaking root and foundation!
As he gasps and collapses, to his final demise with the finale!
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 10:31 PM UTC