"broils" poems
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme,
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone besmeared with sluttish time.
When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
And broils root out the work of masonry,
Nor Mars his sword, nor war’s quick fire shall burn
The living record of your memory.
‘Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity
Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room
Even in the eyes of all posterity
That wear this world out to the ending doom.
So, till the judgment that yourself arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lovers’ eyes.
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Oh Muse! endow my verses like the
grease
which in a pliable state, straightens
the choppy motion.
Dear Apollo! enlighten my words like
the hell fire
that light gives, yet a sharp gaze
broils the eggs*.
Oh wretched Hydes! weep but one
more time for me
for the constellation bears rain no
more.
Oh Jove! rain the one pacific upon me
for I will to drown myself today.
Ah flora! the color of spring has
blanched away
for the pompoms bloom ashen
Lovely Aurora! why you withhold
yourself from me?
She's glum with me, why trying you
too be?
Eye some Aphrodite! take care of and
preserve the winsomeness.
for the lass** knows no value, it has to
me...
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 3:04 AM UTC
Disclaimer to Elizabethan democracy
It hits it's head on the chamber table
My hangman, eyes rolled up behind his mask dry lips hurt the ear drums
Least this broken bridge burn under our feet
Least it broils into rainbows, blood letting its comatosis
We'll replace fear with release
And suffer this karma like a detox struggle
When the tv glares blue a displacement glares right back, legs badly scarred taken by a strong hand
Patches must be missing, infra rave lights up hollow
I couldn't even draw the pentagram
The scales had fallen on my feet
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 4:13 AM UTC
If I could express
In the most eloquent way
The need I suppress
To hate you every day
The Simple Alignment
Of pen on paper
A simple consignment
Of words to vapour
My god, the darkness that broils behind this grin
The dark resentment, every present within
But I digress
I smile and whittle away
Accepting the stress
That comes with every day
No matter the anger
That singes me like a lit cigar
No matter the danger
Of that burning to my heart
I smile, grin and bear it so to say
Till one day I snap, and throw it all away
Toss it to the wind, that cold bitter grey
Till its whipping envelops me
Its pressure that of an endless sea
Until the earth connects, and I cease to be
God have mercy, set me free
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
My mind lays empty
- What void, what null
An empty hull
Cracked shell
Heart's prelude to tears starting in a swell
My mind lays full
Like a brimful ashtray
Awaiting the day that I
Throw the garbage away
My mind lays still
Making solemn the body
Spent; to it's fill of every glory and thrill
Reluctantly I observe and clean
Every spill
My mind lays glowing
In love, furiously growing
In ecstasy it broils and broils
But under the sun
It never spoils
My love
My mind lays racing
And running for fun
My mind lays pacing
Gives the nights a sun
My mind is furious -
A whirlwind, a hurricane
My mind's a tiger
Without aim to tame
My mind is illustrious
My mind is a charm
In it's mindful grip
I laugh unarmed
Now my mind is weary
Now my thought's are glum
How I envy the days
Spent with loved ones
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC
Is it worthy? I asked
and truly meant - I
of such broad company
such grace in unsaid meaning and
interpreted thought
like scent on breeze, I am reminded
of childhood aspirations
sponge like and decadent
to question
challenge
behold (en)
translucent
my id
in pigtails, hand upstretched to the
cookie jar
gleeful.
I blink - No.
I am Woman now
or so I should be
and stare, transfixed on the tile
eyes s l i d i n g s e e i n g ...
I remember what this feels like
I do - but the pen pauses
falters
Oh! the giving was so easy then
an abundant fountain
pure sweet
lilac & moss and then
No.
anger red heat rolling through
my gut
seared through
steaming memory -
this cannot be
scorched earth
baked clay, and my fingers will not
caress sweet soil when
scentless rock endears
nothing to me.
The recurring silence
had driven me to
apathy...
Yet now the air thins
I remember
the tangible
am I ready to give?
crouched low to the ground
give me
strength
wisdom
energy - to rise,
heat broils sweat in my eyes
or are they tears? -
flex, uncurl these fists to
mighty weapons of infinite power
and rise
heavy, leaden
with depth & purpose
so exposed
but divine with sweet understanding
complex thought
dusty breath caught - paused
and the liquid sky simmers above the
haze and filth
I reach
heat like honesty lashing at
my vision & thought
the deep pulse - heartbeat
ashes
at my feet
pause, inevitable.
so close!
fluorescent silhouettes
draw doubt
It cannot be
I’m not ready
to give
where is that innocent joy?
beyond double meanings
deliberate
unintentional
cruel device
eyes of steel - unblinking, omnipotent
I covet my prose
-a secret clutched to my heart,
hoarding it like gems
like desire and lust
to give
these thoughts ink
and substance
the ground keeps me close
I blink.
am blinded in the heat
of such fervent need
for release
beginning, rebirth
I remember how this feels
so sweet and pure
the need is
intoxicating
spun sugar
silver moonlight
on an ocean of
unsaid self
I rise - the Phoenix - I am
She. I am She
fleeting growing changing
veins are vines
burgeoning patterns on
unfurled wings scream
gold and blazon crimson
blood in the tears I have shed
sweet purpose - my only melody
gives me hope.
I take her tiny hand in mine
and am risen
once more.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
Let's light fires to sear the reflection our eyes
Let's carve knives to tease our's still hearts
Let's scream foul words they tried to purge from our minds
Let's run wild in the streets they told us not to roam
Let's drink through our emotions and react despite warnings
Let's dance until we cause the Earth to tremble
Let's stroll through the path of oncoming trains
Let's balance on bridges, teetering with the waves below
Let's swim deeper than we should dare and kiss the depths
Let's run at the barrel of the gun
Let's sing to the song playing beneath the crust of the Earth
Let's sleep in the center of the road
Let's be free until the trees weep and the skies bleed
Let's be free until the petals droop and the water boils
Let's be free until the darkness glows and the silence screams
Let's be free until the air tears our lungs and the blood broils our veins
Let's be free
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 4:02 AM UTC
I wonder
do they not think
about these things
these things which
haunt my nights
broil my days
Conformity
Excess
Consumption
Purpose
Death
The whys
and the why nots
I wonder
do they not think
about what else
this world holds
About how what
we knew yesterday
we scoff at today
I wonder
what don't we know
I wonder
what does tomorrow hold
It haunts my nights
It broils my days
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 12:50 PM UTC
This pain
I cannot contain.
It broils and seethes
It gnaws and breathes
This pain
I cannot
Contain.
It seeps out my arms
In splotchy red stains
It billows out my veins.
I can feel it stretching
Testing it's claws
Eating at my shortcomings
Tearing at my flaws.
I cannot contain
this
pain.
It rips out of me
Until exhaustion is all you see
It breaks of great chunks
Dropping them with heavy 'thunks'
When it decides
They're useless.
Everyone
Is clueless
They see, but they don't do
I don't think they ever
Wanted to.
If I gave you a piece of my pain,
Could you feel it?
Could you feel the steady strain
The pull, the grasp
The hurt that makes you gasp?
If a smile is a frown
When you turn it around
I think that maybe...
I'm
upside
down.
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 12:11 PM UTC
while the braggart toppings must brew
bestowed me sparkles your broils
as I lay boundless and bare
yet haughtily up to the brim..
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give !
The rose looks fair , but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour which doth in it live
A perfumed tincture of the roses hang on such thorns and play a wantonly
When spring's breath their masked buds pop open
But for their virtue , only is their show
They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade
Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made
And so beauteous and lovely sister
Not marble nor the gilded monuments of Queens shall outlive this powerful rhyme
But you shall shine bright in this contents
Than unswept stone , besmear'd with sluttish time
When the wasteful tides of life shall legacies overturn,
And broils root out the work of masonry
The living record of your memory
Gainst death and all oblivious emmity
Your good works shall still find room even in the eyes of strangers
So even till the judgement that yourself arise,
You live in this and dwell in thy brother's heart and eyes
Happy Birthday Sister !
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 6:51 AM UTC