"covenants" poems
Loyalty is where the heart is
in eternal lengths and depths.
Bound in love, and sealed in courage
by supernal covenants.
Family is the beginning!
First in order from our birth
to whom we give, without an ending,
adorations of our worth.
Our friends in loyalty will follow
after family bonds are made.
And let a friend whose hope is hollow
be lifted by our hasteful aid.
And then, progressing, find a mate
with whom you'll form a family.
Let loyalty with them be great
in time and all eternity.
O man, O man, remember Him!
The one from whom all blessings flow!
Take time to learn of Elohim,
That God that sent you here to grow!
Before your loyalties are given
to those we meet in life on earth,
Put, first, your loyalty in Heaven
and He who gave you timeless worth!
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 8:04 PM UTC
we leave by passing through.
by outlasting
roots.
by grooming deep runes
like arabian
horses....
mountainous [ pontoons ]
spine crack
liqueur
of soft doom
and true Orchids...
the ******** aftermath of covenants
at half mast
a limp flag of jolly rogers
pettifogging
dull noggins.
we pass through, phantom roosters
ante-Bantam
in the Bedlam....
Conscience
Chauntecleer
as
Opaque.
our blood has new boots
and now our hearts
can Mussolini
{ you strangle The Headless Horseman; as i lust for your Ichabod }
no cranes.
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 8:54 AM UTC
I lie strategically in place
Innocent framework fused
With royal carapace
Frail and allknowing fingers clenched and intertwined,
Mimicking the honest silver circuit in the night sky
As candid as the shore
Each slumbered and delicate breath
Vitally delivered from those sublime lips
Both damp and potent
I get a candied wind of
An accidental consolation
To my crippling worry
Sorrowful, I am, my love
For eavesdropping, but
My reveries are your keepsakes
And I,
Watching you sleep, carefully
In A placid coma, caging waves of covenants
And exhaling tokens of a life once dreamt of
I envisage the unvarnished truth,
your marrow as my sustentation,
Your veins, My lifeline
Where each filament of platinum and sorrel remain entangled and sprawled in forever, impeccably
And how drawn out and vexing
My intervals of lingering for you
Have been
And then you leak a sigh in a dream
And exhale a veil of whispers
Directly to my ribcage
And I simper, cradling you tighter
So you can breathe my craving,
My contented tribute
To my one veritable sentiment.
And I seal it all in the midst,
Of a drifted and slumbered and deathless
Kiss.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 7:24 PM UTC
The noise surrounding misbehaves;
The presence of devotion.
Covenants made until the graves,
Or some heart's first emotion.
The adorned comforts in delight,
She is curled up yet open;
Clingy with ladybug wings bright
And the actions soft-spoken.
Deep within a chamber of blood
This pinprick of loneliness,
Pulsing with an empty deep thud;
Wishing the same - to caress.
Feb 12, 2010
Feb 12, 2010 at 7:36 AM UTC
I’m a verbal chameleon, feeding on and leading onto what comes next.
I’m a lexical shape-shifter, made swifter by the twitter of your vibes,
Your guise,
You guys.
My political agenda is neither right nor left behind.
I’m blind to colour but not colour blind,
I’m not pigeon holed, fully sold or moulded on someone else’s dream.
I’m simply,
Free.
From them,
From you,
From me.
So…
When now becomes nowhere without here and now.
And “unite as one” is paraphrased as a power phrase.
Let’s unite as individuals on separate viduals to overthrow ourselves.
Don’t follow crowns, clowns or crowds.
Don’t follow punishments, covenants or Governments.
Don’t follow Religion.
Don’t follow Science.
And especially,
Don’t follow me
Because I’m a lyrical paradox, toxic and hypnotic to even my own thoughts.
Aug 29, 2010
Aug 29, 2010 at 7:15 PM UTC
Love is a game of cards
Which I play with hands that fumble
While others hide the hearts on their sleeves
I try to speak without it coming out jumbled
I've been dealt a better hand than most
But I have no idea how to play it
I don't even have an adequate poker face
And my cards fall when I attempt a trick
Love is a game of Monopoly
In which I have little to offer
In a world of Rockefeller's and Morgan's
I sit on the side like a wallflower
An infinite cycle of going round and round
And I'm perpetually trying to catch up
But everyone's so far ahead of me
And the whole affair is quite corrupt
Love is a game of chess
In which I will never win
My moves come slow and hesitant
And I am trusting and easy to convince
Playing on a board of black and white
Although the game itself is in shades of grey
Drive me into a corner and call checkmate
Capture my heart then leave and I will never be okay
Love is a game of tug of war
An equilibrium between our ebb and flow
Keep pulling until we're hanging on by but a single thread
While I debate if the glass half empty or full
I'll always be the one loving more
Even when I don't let it show
And I'll be the one who ends up hurt
When you inevitably decide to let go
Love is a night of games in a casino
In a city of temptation and sin
Seal your covenants with a kiss
Sell your soul to the devil with the handsome grin
Make a wish,
And roll the dice,
Remember every rose has its thorns
And when jealousy blossoms, you'll pay the price
Love is a game of Russian Roulette
Which we all play willingly
Just another character flaw,
A human vulnerability
It's no use trying to protect anyone
Luck can save you time and time again
But you can't escape the bullet forever,
And we're all just victims of love in the end
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 8:59 PM UTC
Must we suffer to uphold?
Must we die to please?
Must we do what we are blindly told?
Must we fall into the greedy Abyss?
For all the Covenants man had made
A broken race we have been
A swirling mass of ink destined to fade
For we follow Prophets of Chaos within
Must the world die with us?
Must it slowly rot with each torn flesh?
Must we burn all innocents for GODS?
And how She wept as old wars open bitter scars
For all the Wills and Whims of ALLAH and GOD,
Nameless beings capable of terror
In their name, we shed people's BLOOD
In these covenants, we still worship human ERROR
So here is a question why,
For all the good things we are
Of love, compassion beauty and dreams that fly
Must we spill another innocent blood in the name of a nameless Avatar?
Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 2:33 PM UTC
They say all you need
to make a place holy is a
sacrifice and a prayer,
so here we are in the field.
I've brought you grass.
I've brought you sun and earth.
I've laid my very soul here.
I may have stumbled through
the rosary, but I think we have
a chance.
We're in the middle of it.
We're right in the middle of it,
the field, on our backs while
the sun sends our skin tingling.
The dragonflies, the faraway birds,
the little specks of dusty dirt floating
in the light.
I don't know if any of it is real, but
just let me have this. Let me have just
one moment of reverence, of peace.
This is how a soft spot materializes.
This is how we find our way at the
end. I looked over at you and saw
the eyelashes tickling your cheek.
I saw hands smoothing over the grass
and angels pouring across the milk-
blue sky. I said,
I want to be buried here. You said,
Let's be alive first.
**I still call you darling in my head. It took me a long time to learn that covenants and siren songs aren't much different at all.**
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 2:40 PM UTC
Deluge tears, the storm clouds engulfing the wide world,
none to steady the canoe on the Galilee;
This the dust-path yoked to the burden of our deed,
beaten for teaching love, up the hill of penitence:
for here we traded the Spirit for passing gain,
calumny for mercy, who showed us the mirror
bearing witness, the wind heaving in the silence
we handed him over to the lash and the crucifix,
Yet, inscrutable this love for an ungrateful world
that parts the seas, and calls to life our faith dead,
pouring down, a heavenly stream though undeserved
carrying us across in arks and covenants
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 2:02 PM UTC
Fangcun tea spills the streets
Amid wild migration,
And intent to penetrate the,
“Pearl,”
An acrid and once ugliest river;
Boiled frogs wrought chemical baths,
But come the tea,
Its first and finest smell.
So begins the story –
Tales birthed backs earlier,
And greener the mounts of
Fujian;
With I, the “foreigner,” but learned
When the piano keys
Tremble tumors within the
Nose born a million miles west.
If I’d ventured, if I’d lived,
If she’d left, and she did,
I’d orbit again and again and
Again;
Barren but to tap with one finger
Atop purple clay and sip
On and on and on
For the jubilation and for the hours.
I’d ingest all the ether’s mystery,
I’d dodge yesterday’s bullet tomorrow,
I’d live and if to die lonely,
Simply,
I’d perish knowing,
With a tea cup in hand,
That I’d still taste the dominion over
Self and covenants long forgotten.
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 11:52 PM UTC
Promise I would learn to respect myself
Sometimes I feel I failed myself
Where we’re going? I’m not sure
Hope love just lies ahead
Life is changing , yet we’re still here
Spoke life into these words
And the path feels unclear
You taught me & the children, “Believe in faith”
I feel closer, but not close enough
Can you show me the way please ?
Can you show me how to grow?
Can you show me how to grow?
Oh, I’m trying to reach the door
Can you show me the way please ?
Can you show me how to grow?
Give me a sign I’m getting closer to you
Oh, I’m trying to reach the door
I wrote those covenants to myself to not break those promises
Mostly for you, few for me
To learn how to love you peacefully
I wrote those covenants to myself to not break those promises
Mostly for you, few for me
To learn how to love you peacefully
Stay so close to you
Don’t want to disappoint you
Stay so close to you
Don’t want to disappoint you
Stay so close to you
Don’t want to disappoint you
Stay so close to you
Don’t want to disappoint you
Jun 5, 2023
Jun 5, 2023 at 1:26 AM UTC
It's the imprint that it makes, really.
There is little relation to
the covenants we have sworn
or the gildings of rehashed
sobriety or leftover temple
bricks, baked clay tablets
on which someone records
these scenes, fragments,
scents, and colors.
How can we reap this Zion?
Can it be gathered as wild
sweet strawberries are,
torn away from their source?
Can it be processed electrically?
Can we make money off it?
If so, how many dinars
would you offer?
One? Two? Perhaps
a discount for quantity?
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 10:33 AM UTC
They all kneel in silence
each with arms outstretched
all have draped their coats in arms
thus the order was born
this is their inner sanctum
as chaos dwells outside these walls
This most secret chamber
this most secret of rituals
the exchanging of coats
each lined with their secret words
the sharing of brother and sisterhoods
with roots at the beginning of time
This most holy of covenants
all here are ready for the great heal
all here have taken the vow
and much good will come of it
for this is their last time
of the exchange of coats
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 12:33 PM UTC
overcast life not worth the open eyes
i need to rise above these clouds and lies
its overgrown and overdone
this way we go about
with chapels and tradition
rituals and true religion
why do we not fear these things?
tornadoes in the making
tsunami waves breaking
is it ever worth it all
overload
God wouldn't want this
God would'nt want this
God woul'dnt want this
God wou'ldnt want this
hideous mistakes and earthquakes
man has made a mess
blood and broken glass
and crusaders in the rain
overthrow the superficial
revolt yourself from overlords
floods in the making
covenants breaking
why do we not fear these things?
is it ever worth it all
overthought
Dec 30, 2010
Dec 30, 2010 at 6:18 PM UTC
Behind the extreme luster of pearl of the orient sea
tons of covenants, precedents, and laws
But why O' why I unfailingly see
the same pathway to exiguity
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
I promise to kiss your forehead
To drive away all thoughts of self-doubt
And the weight of the depression
Hanging round your neck like lead
Pulling your eyes toward the ground
I promise to kiss your hands
To make them strong
For I know that you think them to be weak
But Oh what strength lies asleep in your fingertips
I will kiss them awake
And make you see the marvelous things
That lie at the edges of your reach
And I promise to kiss your lips
As if we were drowning
Maybe we are
For I have lost the taste of air
And replaced it with your presence
And I have yet to decide which is more essential
To my survival
For though my lungs burn
I seem to believe it is from not being able to consume
Enough of you
To sustain my love
I promise to devote myself to you
For though my covenants may seem
Somewhat self-deprecating
Making me a martyr to my desire
Rather as you can see
These promises are rather selfish
For I cannot foresee
A future in which you are in any way separate from me.
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
Whispered words
Don’t compare
To actions taken
Here and there
To let you know
How much I care…
I’ll never leave, my Love
Covenants
And pleasantries
These things are broken
Easily
But I want you
To stay with me
And so I’ll strive, my Love,
To fight the nature
Of our kind
I love your face
But love is blind
And so I search
Your soul for mine
I see it there
From time to time
Because, you see, we’re intertwined by things unseen, and God above.
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 12:28 PM UTC
Beneath the parasol of midnight
Fate unbuttoned my tear-smeared memory
Brushing the vortex of my heart
With the burn of his blaze
Where the vessel of his arms became my wings
Beyond the veil
Between dreams and awakenings
Where heart-prints press upon the tissue
Of jasmine swirls
Drenched inside the rise of my heartbeat
The breath of his shadow traces
The pale of my reflection
Knowing I have...fallen
Rustled in night breezes
His windswept covenants of
"I love you's"
Echo the whisper-beat of my heart...
A beacon of essence
Where
Love lies gentle,
Where
Shadow dancers paint vivid
The aqua of blue eyes,
The colour of his syllables
Sky-printing the light from the hues of his sacred embrace....
And in the velvet slide of sighs
Time sways, lost,
Inside
Illusions, where no boundaries exist
Where nothing matters
But all the love that hearts' can share;
Inside soft pillow clouds
We dance
He and i ...
In the gentle embrace of forever...
His warmth,
Cradled gently inside my soul,
Etched upon a moon glistened destiny;
Passion's breath
Feeding upon the flames of love's fire,
Burning in the altar of our universe
He has my love
My heart
My soul
And I will love him until time can never find tomorrow...
Jul 31, 2012
Jul 31, 2012 at 5:21 AM UTC
"I hope in thee for us." Gabriel Marcel
When we share hope our bond is real
And when our voices chant a blended song,
Our ties are strong as tempered steel.
In fractious times with wrath surreal,
We seek out friends among the throng.
Without shared hope no bond is real.
But when our wills cause us to feel
Soul-bound to search, however long
For ties as strong as tempered steel,
Without a sign, the fates reveal
A newfound friend who's come along
To share our hope; our bond is real!
With zest our common course we seal
Impelled by duty’s civic song.
Our ties are strong as tempered steel,
With reason's light to fire our zeal,
We rise to challenge fortune’s wrong.
When we share hope our bond is real;
Our ties are strong as tempered steel.
Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 10:10 AM UTC
Unperturbed by the indignance,
Aghast by the resounding negligence.
What is called the irreconcilable dissonance,
Of the reticent appearance permeating its covenants.
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 2:46 AM UTC
Mysterious covenants
withdrawn from society
and told not to speak of.
Hidden vouchers of happiness
and a life of wealth
buried among the most
ancient temples in the world.
Never to be spoken of
due to fear of realization
that this world is a mound of
disappointment and ridicule.
No one body be free
and no one soul live comfortably.
Wether in wealth, in mental health
or in streak of stealth.
In realizing all set up for failure
we try and we fall..
We give everything we contain
to fail and to die.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 12:50 AM UTC
"Homosexuality is a sin."
Why?
Why?!
To love is to sin?
"God so loved the world that..."
No.
Why can God love yet we cannot?
It's the same, is it not?
A man loves a man.
A woman loves a woman.
Isn't that the same love that binds a "holy" marriage, man with woman?
Isn't that the same love that binds the covenants, between God and Man?
If this God is just, does He not love all?
According to the Church, He loves those who don't even believe in His holy name.
Does God love the man who not only loves Him, but also loves another man?
Does He still love then?
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
And so it went
Ripped apart, a holy day,
Then loose ends tied back together.
Ancient paths lay between us and
Fate’s strings led our swift birth and slow death as
We were created to destroy
Old ties and birth new beginnings and
To take one another to grand heights and new lows.
And though it is true that now
My heart is with another, his arms around one too
I still wonder if I will ever lose this taste
Of my mouth wondering why
covenants cannot be broken.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 12:02 AM UTC
This century is of the cash and capital,
Its captains are collectors of credits,
Their collaborators are culprits,
This century is circumventing my calmness,
Its clauses are cuffing me,
Their conditions are confining me,
This century is a cruel calamity,
Its covenants are costing me my composure,
Their claws are creeping in on me.
My confidence is collapsing,
My clarity is crippled,
My consciousness is ceasing.
This century is carving out my carnage.
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 2:15 AM UTC
It was one of those fussy, fuzzy little epiphanies;
She’d noticed, a little surprised and nonplussed,
That her wedding ring sat on the window sill above the sink,
Its removal necessitated to scrub the assemblage
Of dishes and silverware facing her,
The act certainly of no particular significance in itself
Simple unconscious mechanics,
Like tying a shoe or a quick goodnight peck,
But a thing at one time unthinkable,
Akin to betrayal and other sorts of unimaginable treachery,
Involving the breaking of solemn covenants
Of undying affection and fealty
(Though such vows rendered impotent
By their very nature, their utter lack of recognition
Of life’s winds and wuthering)
When love was a thing close kin to sheer madness,
Hurtling onward without heed to caution or stoplight
(But such emotion also prone to falsehood,
A three-alarm call with mutual aid to boot,
All for some overwrought trash barrel or barbecue)
And she was stirred from such reverie
By his appearance in the kitchen with a late arrival of glassware
Proffered with a bit of a wan smile,
Which she accepted as sufficient apology,
Taking a moment to push the ring a bit more toward safety,
Away from the minor maelstrom of water
Rushing unheedingly into the drain.
Feb 3, 2023
Feb 3, 2023 at 4:43 PM UTC