"consolement" poems
crimson and magic
to splash without panic
in waves of compliance
for drugs made from science
and sorceress who summon the simple solutions
illusions! illusions!
of grander worth loosing
confusing the process will aid not for coptic
nor catholic
or elsewhere semantics
act frantic in panic
to sob without reason
treason! say treason!
the exit of reason
to wander in wander a fate beyond yonder
set ponder a path set by mind on the map
of solutions and systems
domestic conditions
yet wild apparitions
appear as conditioned - concerns
to a mindset as stern and subtracted
by fractions of actions repulsed by distraction
disgruntled reactions
supposing contractions
created the action
conceived from distractions
The reasons
let change be for seasons
while i stay the rock in the pond
either frozen not gone
as the watcher
still watching
content upon watching
exhaling the notion
that motions for movement
atonement! atonement!
with further consolement
atlas like the breeze of the gavel
let both parties ravel and tug
whether free or debugged
only mind over matter
unscrambles the lather
too see that is free
is like blind sight at sea
with the waves of conforming
to drown is informing
if not then be peace !
for all parties deceased
by a water so deep you could drown in your sleep
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 11:16 PM UTC
in already @ first streetlamp
the ocean states away
with my broken complacency,
new deserts, mollasses blood
settled in my feet within each footprint
lunar lisping in the night air
augment consolement in me
because i feel empty
eyes swimming in the new view
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 2:58 AM UTC
Aimless without direction
My heart cries out with sorrow
My hopes and dreams all vanished
No promises of tomorrow
Left with only a memory
That can never fade away
Abandoned without discretion
As I live from day to day
The future holds no meaning
As I count each day the same
My loving arms now empty
Without a love to claim
I dare not look for reason
But the bitterness fills my soul
A pain without consolement
That none should ever know
Left with only pictures
That beckon for my smile
Frozen moments in time
That harbor my denial
Silence fills the air I breathe
Not wanting to exhale
My soul now filled with echos
In a lost and empty shell
I struggle each day to survive
As my heart becomes defiled
A loss without redemption
For one who's lost a child
Apr 6, 2010
Apr 6, 2010 at 8:09 AM UTC
Body hurts from last night's wine and
This morning's lifting.
Hands shake, sounds of construction
Like an insane symphony of
Unsilence.
My limbs are the fingers of a clenched
Fist around the hope that
The hours may grow wings.
The city, a snail outside
The construction site fence.
We're both prisoners under a
Sky that's waiting to downpour,
Giving each other nervous looks
Through iron bars, smiling
Unwillingly with tears in our eyes,
To immitate consolement.
Today, a line has been drawn between
The world and its enemy,
Of which I'm on the wrong side.
This is how I die;
A drowned flower.
A bleeding scar. An
Exposed nerve in the rain.
At least I have the wine.
Without it, I'd never get this thirsty.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 5:03 AM UTC
Pain is my twisted love
leading me through life
believing that I can be all I can
I find consolement in her,
I find meaning
I try to live without her
but I always seem to find my way back
into her outstreched arms
held there waiting for me
May 4, 2010
May 4, 2010 at 5:51 PM UTC
Woman's consolement comes
In handiest forms.
Incredible healing within
Spoonfuls of
Icecream.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 12:16 PM UTC
all of mercy seems misplaced or I
don't understand the distribution of it,
seems I walk uphill until
the rock falls back down
or my faith is tested asking
me to sacrifice my son
to prove something
what, needs proven to an all powerful
being
I got a little kitten , born two weeks ago ,
always the runt , so pretty
never hurt a god ****** soul,
even her mama's ****
now it is laying cold outside the realm
of mercy and I am the one
who has to bury her, and try to
deal with it.
Sometimes nature, if you explain it that way,
my forefathers words are a bit of
consolement, is cruel. The Eagle needs
to eat, and the wolf, and the
unspoiled perfects , the innocents must pay
the price, I get that, but no one
not a worm or maggot was going to
go hungry if that
little kitten had made it.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 4:15 AM UTC