"christens" poems
Lieing beside her in the dark, peaceful and quite
I hear her breath
I praise the Lord for that moment
And for bringing our hearts together
For she is the most enchanting creature in the forest
And I am the luckiest boy in the world
I ponder how I adore her, and how she makes me feel
I softly weep without a sound
Overflowing with Love for her
I Watch Her Sleep
I want to go to her, to hold her in my arms
To feel her body close
To feel her heart beating, to smell her essence
But I refrain
For she is resting, and I would wake her
And to wake such magnificence from such a heavenly state
Would surely be a sin, a travesty
A selfish act for which there would be no forgiveness
So I resist, and I drift away, to a dream, to a thought
I Watch Her Sleep
Lieing beside her in the dark, peaceful and quite
Then suddenly, right before my very eyes
She becomes even more radiant, more angelic
And when the morning light christens her soft skin
And her hazel eyes open to see the world
I will be there
To kiss her face a hundred times
For she is my reason, my inspiration, the Love of my life
I Watch Her Sleep
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
I am sitting at a desk,
back straight, head forward, eyes open. Blink.
Economics melts into white noise as
supply curves become demand curves become supply curves, elasticity.
Water weeps through the crevasses of the windows and ceiling,
mocking my ever fragile existence.
Ankle deep in yesterday's cold forgotten words unsaid,
the lesson advances.
Demand curves become supply curves become demand curves, consumer surplus.
A single drop christens my desk and terror fills my long hollow eyes
as the ceiling mutates into a congregation of puddles.
Rain that felt of hydrochloric acid
dissolved the very flesh I tried to escape.
God is not so sweet when it comes to sinners,
confining me to the barriers of an insignificant wooden desk.
The class remains like mannequins,
indifference radiating from their plastic cores.
Supply curves become demand curves become supply curves, externalities.
The only witness to this nightmare,
my last breathe finally deserts me.
I tense as the numbing waves climb up my spine,
injecting lethargy in each individual vertebra.
Malicious tentacles wrap around my throat and water floods my collapsing black lungs.
White noise consumes the entire classroom as I float in and out of paralysis,
only to open my eyes. Blink.
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC
"Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
-Ozymandias
I.
O wait for us, Colossus
as we wait - and throw you
to earth: from heaven’s gates judge you
unworthy - to hades’ lands assign,
where your iron limbs make mincemeat out
of anguished homes - by tyrants
you were thrown but floated aimless past
the drifting realms where once lay hell,
and fired you your rocket boosters - apollo’s gift
blinding still your eyes -
II.
next, awake: the visage of the Child
in your face - languishing, affronted:
two vast and trunkless legs of iron glare, only to grow
rigid still - slumping at His feet: with heart-engine smoking,
eyes hollowed-black,
lying in slumber with giant's knees bent,
in grasslands rest and where hearkens the plain - He cries out:
’tis you!
though dwarf, He is - he kneads your iron
by grass, and your wounded legs the earth
now christens, snd blesses still your sleep.
III.
He moves forth with grass blades and twigs,
crown you a nest; and bear stones unrolled to where
your feet first kisses ground.
-2.17.16
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC
Pulsating honor doth corroded hearts impound
A blustery breeze echoes cries from each, preceding battleground
A recurring, eager parade of reporters, gawkers freely roam distant mound
Below, fatigued, tidy mass of steeled infantry; to death's throes bound
Neighing horses conditioned to mayhem the pageantry doth confound
On opposite ridges, mounted turrets prepared hell's fury to expound
On signal, a synchronized, concussive chorus doth its dark melody propound
Scraps of metal shards initiate; commencing another, toilsome round
After lengthy barrage, wits collected a more lethal volley to stound
Familiar, urgent order to charge christens hallowed ground
With youthful ardor a wide-eyed bugler doth the bridled expanse unbound
Shrieking rancor from recoiling rifles; a familiar anthem doth resound
Recurring cacophonous medley, weathered nerves drowned
Once more, a mass of flesh surges into the abyss with mortal hopes crowned
Anon, shattered limbs; gory wounds misery's cache compound
Jul 20, 2012
Jul 20, 2012 at 9:59 AM UTC
This bottle bleeds like heartbeats
inebriating grass
contesting dew drops
heartstopping plot lines
meanwhile fireflight christens
the night that listens
to our intoxicated forgetfulness
a cheap libation
liberation
young-morning dream sleep
waking walking, weaving
half-heard whispers of stubborn solemnity, we
wrought havoc;
we were not in love
it was just the cold night air
and the field that smelled of chardonnay
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC
Sparkling birdsong christens morning, noisy, but not annoying.
Bringing with them a sprinkling of effervescent light , applauding the day.
An electric spark, chases dying night away.
Reintroduction a brand new day, the prize of life, a fizzing Friday.
(c) LIVVI
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
She wanders at the edge of her existence,
her mind long overgrown with wild nettles.
Her heart’s lost in an opalescent distance
where the moon spins into cobwebs as she listens.
Her heart beats like a war drum, then resettles.
She wanders at the edge of her existence
and stumbles on a winding path that glistens
with blooming garden beds and bleeding petals.
Her heart’s lost in an opalescent distance
to reach a rose-gold sun that slowly christens
the day into a burst of blues and metals.
She wanders at the edge of her existence,
the willows bowing at the sun’s insistence.
While waiting to see where the shadow settles,
her heart’s lost in an opalescent distance.
She recites epics to her heart, but if it listens,
it remains concealed among the moss and nettles.
She wanders at the edge of her existence,
her heart lost in an opalescent distance.
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 1:08 PM UTC
We who are the dancing, we who are the free
The laughing singing multitude that bears the song of the earth on our tongues,
That bear the soul of the earth with our hearts
And march to the melody of our own invisible song
We whose anthem christens the sky with the fullness of our boldness, of our voices,
The children born of the song of the spheres
That align with the stars and swim in the moonlight of forgotten gods
And pray to the miracle of the clouds, painted and forever traveling
We who are the awakened many
The harbingers of forgiveness
That do not shudder in the glorious face of eternity
And who wash away our tears along with our fathers’ past sins
We who were muted, who were muzzled and mauve
The silenced, shackled dreamers once hooked to the drug of complacency but
That chose to follow fate’s thread out of Asterion’s dwelling
And wander forever onward into the beautiful unknown
• We declare a peace that consumes us, white hot and burning
Without fear of our waxy wings soaring our spirits into the glowing sky
But with the joys of love and voices lifted in song
• We declare an equalness between ourselves, springy and pure
Without angst over our mortal trappings
But with the knowing in our stardust selves
• We declare a justice pure and blind
Without deafness or a commitment to her own fear,
But with a feather-soft understanding to temper her wrath
• We declare a world clean of human spite and neglectfulness
Without revolting sedation or penurious derision
But with the heart-worn life and long-wrinkled smiles of deep-rooted love
• We declare a dedication to truth and knowledge
Without the cowardice of a narrow, a cramped, a self-hurt mind
But with the mantle of honesty;
A mantle of honesty;
it makes us light as the flutters of butterflies
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 1:33 PM UTC
beloved I dreamt of you
dreaming atilt against the lilies –
the dawn with its mouth
tottering before like an animal
shying away from the automaton sky.
it is in your hair full of evenings
I saw the moon not with its tail
but with the hooves of the deathless sea
of this droning silence,
not with its stride of sidereal measure
but the mount of it past a thousand days
tainted with crimson, it is not with lithe hands
of churlish girls that I have plucked you out of that
garden but with the immense hand
of such obscure understanding from sleep’s peculiar
mouth made divine in me, the word that christens what
felled star rises from the palm of such darkness,
that in the immensity of your sleep, I am but a bird
passing athwart the windows and yearn so much the breeze
that touches you in your timid sleep
like dreams like loins like sirens
like love cunning with its fluent spires
of perfumes.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 6:47 AM UTC
The hills of music
The loudness
Of Brilliant
Beauty
Her yodeling
reminds
Me of
A
Singing
Scenery
The yodeling
Christens
Heights
The peace
Behind
the mountains
Brings
The solace
Of Many
years
That may bring
Constellations
With wintry stars
Snowing
Soulfully
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 5:55 AM UTC
Who can hang with the flow
None so suckas don't wanna go toe to toe
Blow for blow we shuttin' down any shows
Yo I be rippin'and then dippin'
Tearin' up emcees
Like slams of Scottie Pippen my clips in
Begins mad *********** static the stations
Once I step to the nation makin' innovations
My team's basically waiting invoking Satan
Many not Makin? Their moves ya vital signs leakin' homes
I'mma keep rappin' til in a funeral home
I'm makin' rap mortuaries to every body who get buried
And married into the afterworld it varies
Scenarios carry easily we hurry hotter than jamacian curry
Lookin' at my right hand my pistol grip pumpin'
Increase hearts ya jumpin' ivs dumping
Tryna keep you alive bumpin' all jive yo we always into something.....
My ****** rate dominate in all states undercover I'll annihilate
And humiliate to those that wanna test thier fates
I'm makin' casket crates three in a row seven each
That means twenty one bodies leach I preach
What I teach never a leech ya contracts breach
Eulogy given flows hit like Julius Jackson stickin'
Uppercuts from ya head to gut ya know what
We bout to do **** ya crew like soundview
Feel the blast spin around adversaries like Taz
Leave a destructive path death gets the last laugh
Powerful paragraphs that entice blood baths
Master the craft still layin' my grande shaft
A **** ero sick with the turntable beatin' labels
She feelin' on my cables my necklace ain't no checkin' this
Yo this ****** Ludacris number one spot I keep locked
Like an Alcatraz prison spiritually risen
Ya mentals genuflected from the music that christens
Who can hang with the flow
None so suckas don't wanna go toe to toe
Blow for blow we shuttin' down any shows
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 5:18 AM UTC