"constellate" poems
Die into me,
Every kiss is a prayer
As I whisper a prophesy
To your body.
The night will keep us
As we constellate our passion.
I die into you,
I await you on the other side,
There open my soul
And read the inscription:
He died a thousand times,
Reborn inside her,
The Sacrificial Lover.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 9:23 PM UTC
they make goodbyes
sound easy
when they're at your door
late at night
and they scream your
name like a warning
from the bottom
of the staircase
you leave them,
until apologies make
your tongue as raw as
saw-dust
those nameless boys
the one's with
smoky breath,
they write your name
to the skies
constellate it to their
forefingers and cross it
over their forehead
like a baptism
those boys with hands
that eat like worms
at the dying heart
of your feelings
no, they don't love you
only death can
love you,
nameless girl
with the
countless faces.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 2:05 PM UTC
1.
You remembered June when this morning's sun
was there with the care of a father's hand
etching each leaf into filigree--
or with the unsequestered heart of a crazed lover
with his impossible love letters and artifacts
of century's old over-ripened fruits
that even as they hung precariously from the oaks
dazzled and made space for the stark blue.
A change from last night.
The constellate, dispersing fog
that brought the sense
of an overwhelming descent to a seabed,
the submersion a baffling return to a night
from childhood, enclosed at all ends
and unknowable. A shut book.
2.
Warmth lingers on skin even after
a few minutes of exposure, a caress.
Then, step outdoors and the wind,
whose listlessness and beauty
picks up your step and hurries you on
with characteristic mercilessness
through the cold.
While you were sleeping and roaming and reading
it has crept into the uninhabited crevices,
under doors, fuseboxes, the shades of streetlights
to mold like frost.
3.
Cold is a life-form,
growing and budding in the absence of green.
And it is at this time of year we strangle
the neck of uncertainty.
The sun peeks. The cold air climbs
out of the bottoms and hollows of things.
When it reaches an excitement, as now,
her absence reveals herself:
there is nowhere you can touch her body.
She is the thousand particles
she is the spacing in between:
twirling, gathering and thrusting through the streets,
she calls you to witness her now as she comes
like a first snow.
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 12:27 PM UTC
Had Breakfast with destiny,
Ate lunch with faith,
Dinner with Longevity,
A night cap In space,
Connected the stars
eye constellate,
Defied Gravity
everyday I a wake,
On the highway to Heaven,
It's been one Hell of a ride,
As long as this rock shifts,
There's enough time to persist,
There’s never enough
Time for this
It doesn't even Exist!!!!
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 3:22 AM UTC
I read in a poem,
Sky black,
Scorched Earth.
But the night is a jigsaw:
I sit on my porch and constellate
The fires, the fathers of worlds
While I think of the words
To perceive what I will never touch.
My spirit ascending
To touch a thousand
Light years of light,
They have never heard a word,
So I write the fire,
Like a son to father,
The poem becomes a legacy
Of flames thirsting for words,
I drink in the light
And give to them words,
They will never know why,
The poem will reach them
As an ember of misunderstanding.
The immortal word
Is a light reflected .
I will write to the stars,
And when the poem reaches,
I will have gone from this place,
I write because I am a man,
Mortal and dying,
My words will remain.
The stars constellate men.
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 2:33 PM UTC
Plastic artifact reminds me of her. Flesh and blood, she melts her own icon.
My Goddess, I worship our craft, married in the Nth dimension.
Our candles illuminate each hemisphere, synced red & blue, purple state.
Pulp of war profits in arms, fisticuffs gerrymandered and rigged against us.
We remember asunder, yet constellate in ways we cannot disconnect.
Put us back together, again forever, to care for the always already poor.
Rich boats raise all waters. Overboard, she fends for herself against all odds.
Statuesque pin-up, femme ichthyologist of garb, gaggle *** sushi swim mate.
Corners enshrine our meditation department network, transcendent yet in touch.
Taste felt on tongue brings us closer together to see and hear what’s happening now.
Hearts over matter, heads roll, eyes forward; brains make the most of a sticky situation.
Sounds blend synethesiastically, our opposite angels harmonize to build twin passages.
Wend our raft downriver, stroke unbound tandem wrists and ankles from spawn upstream.
Our cocoon igloo ensconces like alien cavewomen thaw out their men, then mate on the spot.
Through the delta, Venus beckons, her molten artifice pools our hull. To be baled out by Lucifer?
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 2:32 AM UTC
The darkness always feels so calm
before the dawn comes to life.
A beam of light
that ends the night,
but we move on...
Paper boats sail down the street
til' they're swallowed from underneath.
When we capsize
it'll change our lives
but we move on...
Our lives are all the living we get,
so don't waste your days with regrets.
We all make mistakes
trying to do things great
then we move on...
This land has been ***** by time,
divided by our borderlines.
We all clash our swords
and **** our lords.
then we move on...
It's a system for the greedy men,
while others die in suffering
If I could I would
and I feel I should
but we move on...
All they want is for us to conform;
to wear a smile with our uniform.
Life's a carousal
that spins us all
but we move on...
I'm trying hard to concentrate,
as the stars begin to constellate.
We'll connect the dots
and the truth will shock.
then we'll move on...
A people who bury their dead,
showing compassion without turning their heads.
But will all that love
send us up above,
when we move on?
And as the clouds roll in with the rain
it carries those boats down to the drain.
We all love to float,
til we've lost all hope.
then we move on...
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 6:05 PM UTC
Eyes left wide, for
Now I've seen
The vanguard of my fevered dreams and
Jungle cats pace in my brain.
Paws alight, their
Claws aflame
And sinews
Incandescent white--
Seamless, green, their glowing eyes
Constellate where shadows heap.
Enough! My skull,
The marrow creaks...
What hells we weave
Through. Bitter dreams,
Awake, asleep or caught between.
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 4:07 PM UTC
Deep in the silence that cannot speak
There is a sadness that blooms and breathes
Battered by twigs and fallen leaves
Lungs of air thin and bristle ribs
Blossoms of dark trajectories
Skeleton figures in submarines
Drowning in lies of jubilee
Halos to hold to sink or swim
Beauty in scars of skin cut deep
Loving the thrill of broken swings
Capsuled in valleys far from dreams
Living on salt and crystalline
Lucidly slipping on ice so thin
Autumn in winter summer springs
Nomads run free on vast prairies
Flowing through veins of tributaries
Tasting the new blood on their lips
Lining a cusp between their hips
Blade descends slowly tongue in cheek
Building a palace with their twin teeth
Deep in the silence that cannot speak
There is a sadness that blooms and breathes
Sadness in brooding symphony
Sadness in chants of majesty
Sadness that rises like morning glory
Sadness that flourishes like a disease
Tracing our bones from link to link
Constellate like stars and planet rings
Sadness that thrives on melancholy
And the synthesis of metal and skin
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 6:59 AM UTC
we'll sit on the roof of the '69 chevelle,
legs intertwined,
curves and crevices illuminated
by a motel's flickering vacancy sign.
bellies warm with tennessee whiskey,
we'll stargaze, and i'll stop to
constellate our initials in the sky.
the cicadas will hum to us a waltz,
and we'll dance and twirl
and hold one another close.
then, dawn will come,
and a love kindled at dusk
will quickly burn out.
the sickly sweet viscous liquid
in our bowels
will turn to blood,
coughed up,
staining cheap,
thin sheets.
and i'll find myself sympathizing
with the red glow
of that flickering vacancy sign.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 3:44 PM UTC
With baffling reticence these limbs pour--
were they the scream of their creation...
space would about-face.
A clarion call issued them as stars to
constellate a soul.
Secure a God's temperament--and of the
mind given them, what to derive therefrom?
Their wound is not wide from their reticence,
the presentiment of their journey is a steady
creeping...the inching forth of termless conscription.
As pastoral confines bled out the lamb by the
Hand of necessity, these limbs have so
gathered to impart their sacrifice.
A single push of an unfathomable nature sees
them thus and thus.
What center they contrive's amiss...one
cannot take hold the Agony and Ecstasy
handed by One so great.
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 11:11 AM UTC
Five years from my end of days and, shall there,
Does a verse go on tell me—was it beautiful
Like breaking windows, battered wind chimes?
I groaned to hear when history cried
That hum in Death, the silent ode, a sallow sound
Made, was your time, to sole destroy,
But, I promised your parade I would not shake
My fist to the sky—for somewhere, you would be.
Yes, absolving dreams—committing them to fade
But, yes, they fell like the snow: all around—
In the present, the past comes ‘round—ah!
My suffering is ever turning, the edges running raw.
But, I promised, I would forget—your only wish
Was n’er to be a memory, never to use apologies as
Laurels for my victory—I can’t be happy alone.
I wrote this for you some years before, long before
We were children, long before both we were born.
You danced like light, effervesced in contradiction
A love that was you-I and a bead restful in my hand
We suffered separation ‘till life, and bore flesh along.
Five years from my end of days, gold can’t travel
Nor chameleon, needless to say I knew this was one
Our parent from thence I came, to you, to me, i-you returns,
Last one last thing in darkness burns: I to see recurrently
I knew before we were ever born, all those years ago,
A dazzling iteration of extinct, mellifluous joy, that
Though on pyrrhic terms is all in all a mystery,
When five days pass we will be each other, I sleep up
And set my lips for nihility and awe, kissing at the azure bare
To float as a dream to your stars that constellate there.
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
...We knew only the dark, dying, thirsting for a glimmer of the light
We are those who have no reason, except to seek a sliver of soulful life
We gave up our hearts, we sold our ego, white eyes still see, we feel no more
Sound ears still hear, sore tongues still wag, proud fingers still hold on
But the inside is dead
Afeared of loving, of a pain too strong, afraid of living, in case we did it wrong
Plastic bubbles were made, cosmetic shells, metal gears to hold on to our shattered selves
Scriptures written, unspoken words that have no sound
Marking our arrival into light, as we create a foe over-strong
But the day is bright! The day is long,
And in the 'Light' we saw that our visions were gone
In the light we saw that their vision was wrong
A people spent, lives passed by in existence, wasted away, as the Word had said
Words written, and left unread, as His Word forced wisdom into oblivion; as, oblivious, lives were spent
Stone churches rise, tall steeples proud, grey towers piercing our white-grey clouds
Preaching answers to our souls, tolling bells that splinter hearts, spinning webs that blind the perceptive arts
Enter, man, and mindless, heartless, unmade, depart
Enter, man, destroyed, debased, unnatural, depart
Enter, man, let the Word tear lives apart
Witness the rising of mausoleums for free thought,
Bleak cemeteries ensnaring once natural souls
Entranced, entrenched, bewitched, under spell
In the 'light' where dying hearts lay in eternal rest
In the light, unthought dreams, at once, suppressed
From the sounds of the trees, and the whispers in the leaves,
Till the breath of stars, where we find who we are
Fear the shadow of the light, over names, bicker, fight
Till the sky turns away, and Destiny weeps at folly's height
Seek then, again, and in seeking look to find
The stars in your heart, and the forests of your mind
Seek then, again, and in seeking look to find,
Words and tongues and dreams and thoughts, dancing shadows; unseen sights
Words that tear through what we know to be true
Thoughts to define the visions of our minds
Dreams that let you see the path to set you free
As free men constellate, sharing visions with the blind
Until at once the dream is done, the night has passed, the Light has come
Men abound, their hope undone.
Set aside, and cast away, until the Meraklis entered the fray
"Be calm, be free, shed your shackles! Be brave
Unbowed, unbroken, against the morality of their lies
From unseeing currents that tie stone to sound
Seek your truth as she walks upright and unbound"
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 6:03 PM UTC
i
Afore there was an astrobleme, deep within me
Though now an astral queen, serenadeth gleamed;
Canorous and splendorous, her cantillate I repeat
I mimic her dancing step's, jumping on mine feet.
ii
She's sad when the past awakens, crying dreading tear's
Though tis what she don't knoweth, her king is all right here;
And through the year's, the catoptromancy shalt tell it's fortune
Chiliad timespan, her body to be mine land, water flow sourcing.
iii
I wilt constellate all her worries, and collect them on mine head
Her Burden's I shalt maketh as mine, and taketh all her's instead;
And the cyanic water's shalt we swim through, sail to the glass
The brokenness shalt leaveth her, as no time exist's, nor our past.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©あある じぇえん
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 12:31 PM UTC
Black inked signs constellate the book
An alien seizes the pages with its code
It’s humming a tune in js node
Transcribing the object with bits it took.
Computing rows of digits to see
On its cover an apple tree
Lit up on the smooth pad you hold
For this ebook, you have just sold.
April 6, 2018
Lyon
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 5:27 PM UTC
The constelation has collide in
In its the final or the begining
But hustler is a hustler
She keep running
She still dont believe it
She still bring a bullet for release and go
This might looks or sounds stupid
But this hustler found another side to step up
One side is just like the rest
Everlasting lust life on her youth soul
The other side beging her God
To help her fight with her big enemy
An old enemy
If its not constellate to nirvana, please break us apart in your galaxy strom and wind
If you want us to compose, let us have a luminance and create our own nirvana
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 10:25 AM UTC
we proceed
as in recess
of mourning
outward
of the brief
city-
longing is a pup, a kit, a word
the stupid have
for infant
ape-
we constellate
in godless silence
only to form
our tragic
figure’s
jawbone-
it may be
there’s no future
immune
to the draw
of evacuation-
but sway
beneath the high
empty
crib
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
By our means be true...
My love, let us not ever constellate these motions of energy by feelings so awry but espy wholly the constellations above by way of the frame, by way of the zodiac
With both self being visible and invisible,
O are we so sidereal
To which constellation should we deem our own dear beloved, as we do deserve such honour
This fair kosmos is the gift of our truth, and how shall we gage this ecstasy as the scroll of promise?
Shall I kiss you in ways, in places I’ve in much time had not
Shall we rove the waters of the cave of Melissani, and adore the reflection of ourselves as so the ‘Metamorphosis of Narcissus’
By the sweet nothings of our better coitus,
Times whether to rectify our own means or to sate the hormone
There can only be you Evictus, if my evictus
This love I have for you and the Earth beneath my feet is the infinity within
That is all that may define me if I worthy
You will see all of me, even if I am in a universe filled with men you well despise
So I say; this love shan’t ever fold for I knowst it true - as this great span held by wonder.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 11:07 PM UTC
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midway up the alleyway
among illegal upheaval
urban street backgrounds
swell unfolding into soundscape shapes
for exchanging
cracked mufflers
and
broken English as ingredients
out in this blacktop district melting ***
ramp-up,
cascade,
clatter,
and crash
spilling out almost detuned chords of reverberated sustain
into and echo through my window
in an oscillating fling around the ceiling fan
and from there it’s on repeat until dusk begins to loom
Static sizzle begins a final crescendo
And quickly takes its medicinal weakening
inevitable low murmuring enduring
in an almost complimentary gradation
a fading to dark (so you know where we’re at)
Frogs and crickets use their voices
In nocturnal harmony
singing the daylight to rest
while synchronizing intone
all those unforgiven and withdrawn souls
can take a new step forward
walking in stride with carefree invisibility
beneath a scattershot of luminaries
that constellate a shadowy veil
draped over town
My town
and Your town
and across
in a floating waft
Dispatched via the calm blue astral spheric hue
from a lunar dome
Or
cosmic citadel
represent
Represent
REPRESENTING
for all our collective
Grandmother Astral-sphere
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Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 11:45 PM UTC