"cogitations" poems
O quam te memorem virgo…
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair—
Lean on a garden urn—
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair—
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise—
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
So I would have had him leave,
So I would have had her stand and grieve,
So he would have left
As the soul leaves the body torn and bruised,
As the mind deserts the body it has used.
I should find
Some way incomparably light and deft,
Some way we both should understand,
Simple and faithless as a smile and a shake of the hand.
She turned away, but with the autumn weather
Compelled my imagination many days,
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
And I wonder how they should have been together!
I should have lost a gesture and a pose.
Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
The troubled midnight, and the noon’s repose.
2.7k
Inside and out of my mind.
Waiting for the stars to align.
Going over things unsaid...
Putting myself through the infinite grief in my head.
I should let you in my mind more,
So then you too can explore.
Subliminal messages which you find absurd;
You just haven't taken the time to let them be heard.
You probably have no care,
So hold your breath at your own despair.
Stuck in a labyrinth.
Cogitations deepening within.
I keep searching, and searching, but still haven't found the light at the end...
Finally, I look up and see the moons grin;
Along with that stars as the universe spins.
The stars finally come together putting me at ease.
The allurement caught around my consciousness pardoned my heart to be released;
Letting me escape from the deceptions of my own mind...
The stars finally came together... and I learned everything just takes time.
Jul 20, 2011
Jul 20, 2011 at 12:14 AM UTC
Helheim isn't a place
its fires only burn inside one's head
a dark and roaring space
a tomb for the dead
Dead cogitations
pitiful victims
of a mind's limitations
and shallow benedictums
There I dwell
dark imagination
an endless pit, a bottomless well
darker still the manifestation
Thoughts shrouded in mist
Hela is waiting
by the great shadow I am kissed
and all is fading
I get lost, I don't protest
deep inside this maze
by this darkness I will be blessed
and find comfort in this haze
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 6:23 AM UTC
Listen shells moving back and forth,
Upon the shore of this uncharted beach,
Catch that untractable equanimity.
There are no more smiles,
Only ghostly shadows of each,
In your loneliness of her silence.
Erase the swirling shades of your emotions,
As last ondulation traces of this swell,
Which streak the sand with force.
More than thousands miles,
Both of you travel on to nowhere,
In the greyness of your cogitations,
Breath deeply and take this chance,
Time to let her go, head straight,
To surf that rolling wave, intensely.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 11:37 AM UTC
I have no appetite
for pronouncements, platitudes
declarations, meditations and revelations
no patience for wisdom
and cogitations and much worse
regurgitations
no stomach for moanings and
groanings
musings, and working out meanings
much less about how your groin is today
I'd just like to
(like Renoir, if I may,
just focus and work)
not to be anything, no attempt
to be
just what is natural and easy
play and laugh
and when it's time
just yawn and sleep
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 6:29 PM UTC
Here is the object, the object of my heart,
With a description, let us start,
A subtle depiction, let the vague depart.
Travelling through my mind I am a seer.
I’m in love with an idea,
This idea is an untouchable spectre,
And with my intuitive detector,
I detect its origin, it’s in my soul,
But now with the desire coming in,
Coming in in bounds and flicks and one mighty roll,
I remember what the silence stole,
The silence of this concept,
And I reflect, on the reason why no answer is coming,
I must stave off this crumbling,
Crumbling of my heart, must keep it beating and drumming.
Oh why is it so unforthcoming?
Because I can’t imagine the words of another,
It would only be another word from my mind.
And I find, and I discover,
This idea is love with intricacy,
Such a delectable delicacy.
I feel it in its immediacy,
Concretely. But initially, lacking intimacy.
Where do I turn to find such a thing?
A connection beyond the cogitations,
With passionate love to bring,
A reflection of my desideration’s.
Consecrations of the heartbeats,
Longing is strong and hope never retreats.
You can do no wrong with love in your being,
That is what the world needs
For us to sow seeds,
But that’s not what I’m seeing,
I gander but do not witness,
The sprouts of love and peace,
Let’s plant them in the stillness,
And feel the release,
The seed that will grow,
Soon they will show,
And grow in emotive ways,
It never decays,
Come on now let’s increase,
All of our compassion and empathy,
We are not each other enemy.
A sudden caprice,
I feel it now and it is correct,
It’s helping me to connect.
And we need that so much more than you think,
For when we’re all gone and others remain,
The world will drink,
Our blood and our sweat and our pain.
It’s time to regain,
Our courage, let us stand tall,
And let forgiveness enthrall.
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 5:59 PM UTC
trapped words that I cannot
scrape from my mouth
spread like poison.
radiating tendrils
running under skin.
I stab the pen into my arm,
draw out the black bile
coursing my veins
and use it for ink.
pouring my pollution onto the page,
scribbling the bleak and vicious
cogitations
the nefarious abstractions
that dig into the hushed
corners of my soul.
I hope to drain myself-
enough to return colour
to my veins,
bleed red once more;
taste joy and love
on my palette
in place of ash,
and the ruthless regret
that clings to my tongue.
I am fading,
withering like a husk.
I fear I will run out of ink
and find nothing red left
Sep 26, 2024
Sep 26, 2024 at 4:06 PM UTC
The raw, cardinal ichor slipped on her skin like a lone and lifeless river of miseries. She winced as the thorns lacerated extensively, marking a scar of bitter locutions.
Lights flickered, belligerent voices echoed and repetitive cogitations at the same first few minutes. Her dull eyes scanned the room that she barely fancy for the mean time she arrived here.
"Check mate, sweetheart. It's your one-of-a-kind 'unexpected' moment of your life," The walls shuddered like it followed a pattern of that distinctive voice from a vast nowhere.
As the cuts were getting deeper right straight into her veins, she couldn't help but agree with the voice and with all her consciousness that was present at the moment.
"This happens when you failed to do what they believe you should do," The voice continued, touching every part of her wrenched emotions.
The spiral thoughts flowed violently along with her overflowing teardrops across her feeble cheeks. The droplets were fuming hot like a natural acid from her flesh.
"Come, a tea has been served lately, exclusively for our new guest," It once again spoke that made her realize that she always knew it was risky.
It was never an option for the little her back in the 'good old days.' She knew the Devil will come for her first before any deity.
There were no appealing colors for the rest of the dawn. Her very own drained soul attracted Him.
"Either way, I will still be sleeping with roses." With her hoarse voice and a final slit, she let her eyelids shut and swam to the barbed rouge cushions of demise.
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 1:05 PM UTC
Blood flows
from my pen
As I vow
once again
To control the cogitations of my mind.
Toss and turn
All night long
Kicking sheets
Wet and strong
Chasing dreams &
Fighting nightmares
Of this kind.
Lick your back
Slap your face
I am tired
From the chase
Just one kiss
Gives me the strength to go on.
Call for you
You’re not there
Open my eyes
You’re everywhere
Just out of reach
Yet close enough to read my poem
**** me softly
Bring me back
Entice me with
The love I lack
Keeps me shaking, breaking
Chasing after you
Say you love me
Lift my hand
Catch the words
But not the man
Inner voice said
Queen, you must now choose
Met this boy
Said he had time
So we hung out
Yet still I find
He can never take the place of Beautiful You
Tall like you
With big fat lips
Got a beard
But I can’t kiss
An imitation of my only love so true
He don’t move me
My pen don’t bleed
My soul can’t love
What it don’t need
So I keep shying, crying,
Trying to do this thing
Lick your neck
Slap your face
Salt my tongue
Taste your grace
All my desire is only for my King
Blood on my pen
Salt on my tongue
Rings of Saturn
Around the one
My word is bond
As I command angels to start anew
I move mountains
Upon this earth
My mind conceives
My heart gives birth
My realms exchange
As I tell the future what to do
Ahayah will bind and loose
Up in His realm
What I bind and loose
Down in this hell
I set free my passion and desire for you
One day you’re here
Then you’re gone
Only lifeline
Is my phone
My heart is seeking
To love a King
In spirit and truth
I don’t write ‘cause
I can’t speak
My words just march
To a different beat
When I dip my pen in blood
To share with you my thoughts
Cogitations
Of my mind
Always on you
All the time
Can’t get you out of my spirit
And it’s all my fault
Chariot swinging
High and low
Tell myself
I gotta go
But I kissed you
And kisses don’t lie
Salt on my tongue
Dipped my pen in blood
Handwriting on the wall
Said you’re the one
Sugar on my lips
Coating the words
SOUL TIE
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
I would like, papyrus, that you tell the young love poet,
my friend, Caecilius, that he should come to Verona,
leaving behind the walls of New Como and the shore of Larius:
for I wish that he receives certain cogitations
of a friend of his and mine.
On which account, if he will be wise, he will devour the road,
although a glittering girl might call him back a thousand times as he is leaving,
and, flinging both arms around his neck,
she might beg that he delay,
who now, if true things are announced to me,
perishes through uncontrollable love of him:
for from which time she reads his incomplete "Mistress of Dindymus,"
from that time, flames consume the innermost marrow of the poor girl.
I forgive you, girl more learned than the Sapphic Muse;
for the "Great Mother" of Caecilius is elegantly incomplete.
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 7:58 PM UTC
At night when all the world grows dim
and stars begin to shine,
I sit beneath the cool blue light
and search through out my mind,
relentlessly reaching, attempting to find,
cogitations, creations of screaming beautiful silence...
indisputable artistic science
defiant of every known law,
resisting, glistening violence
consuming my soul, with uncontrolled flames of powerful potent passion!
now I realize, while gently opening my eyes,
that somehow, someway...
i’ve traveled inside to the very depths of my heart,
i’ve entered my center,
uncovered spiritual parts, that darkness had for so long kept concealed,
but HERE, beneath the cool blue light,
something profound is revealed...
my sweet blossoming solace.
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 11:34 PM UTC
To everything there is a season
Am I ready to let go?
Romantic v. Voice of Reason
What I feel and what I know.
Muddled by my cogitations
Such a lack of clarity
Yearning for the old sensations
Held back by uncertainty.
I can’t reach a destination
Magnetised, my compass tilts
Time for a new incarnation?
Banish hangups, hurts and guilts
Feelings reconciliation
Pay a penny, spin the dial
Out spits the determination
Leave your heart to mend a while.
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 10:08 PM UTC