"dayless" poems
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!
Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art;
For there thy habitation is the heart—
The heart which love of thee alone can bind;
And when thy sons to fetters are consigned,
—To fetters, and the damp vault’s dayless gloom—
Their country conquers with their martyrdom,
And Freedom’s fame finds wings on every wind.
Chillon! thy prison is a holy place,
And thy sad floor and altar, for ’twas trod,
Until his very steps have left a trace,
Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod,
By Bonnivard.—May none those marks efface!
For they appeal from tyranny to God.
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Ever the fruit-laden Mother,
whose flickering belly
shows signs of nightless day...
dayless night.
Unadulterated call of plumbed
natures, spelling upon
her belly...creative tensions
unstrung to bind bounty.
She engrained the music
of silence, to filter these
slower light years.
Reflections of mirror
images...cadenced in hope.
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 10:25 AM UTC
What is an object in the light is a moving shadow in the night.
Stand between them
Shoot them in the head and dance with their demons.
Tessellate and heavy eyes
It's mourning
And I'm still up.
Open my eyes to the blinding light
In an ocean of darkness, I sea.
Time becomes length
Thought becomes sight
Vivid consciousness takes flight
A troublesome delight.
Slip in
Slip out
Dream in dream out
Dayless nights
Tiresome wake
A moving shadow in the night
Is but an object in the light.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 10:56 AM UTC
hidden deep inside the corner
where reality's a sham
a boy recites the memories
of his friend the mad man.
"the jackal laughs in riddles
so you'll surely loose your way
there can only be one hero."
is what the lunatic would say.
"The silence is drowned by reverb
that leaves these moments set in stone,
as the moon quakes & trembles
and the stars shake & moan
The night leaves us dayless
trying to catch us by surprise
but will answer all our questions
when man meets his demise.
We're the faux pas of religion
another lost & broken tie
there's no such thing as Heaven
for those of us that die.
There's only Earthly rotting
as we're absorbed into the womb
to be recycled and re-used
then born again too soon."
Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 9:26 PM UTC
One day weeks to months,
1 year decades of centuries
We are ageless dayless yearless call us monthsless
We the enemies to time we repel
Our love is a story untold
It never runs any old.
In her absence days feel like years,
Yet a year is like a day in her presence.
Time apart from her
Is as good as time in hell.
How old are we?
Everyone is curious
I blame them not
This love is burning
Interesting
Luring
And exciting
But I tell them a joke of their ears,
We are ageless
We have no days weeks or months
No years decades of centuries
We were born loving each other from afar
Our meeting was just a destined fate from start.
Red rose of the back rose,
It's an amazing journey colouring the roads.
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 4:56 AM UTC
such hands as amongst
what drowsy bolts
of Summer
--i can recall
them hands
as brittle soft
as tough easy drunk
uncoiling so firmly
their thighs a flower between broke.
(a bright naked flower a dull wilting flower)
it snapped 19 at the little lake of its;
there was a gorgeous sound
and you and i
and all the ******
nights, dayless
splangling hung
furiously through
that tiny filament
of your hips the very small death of clean.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 5:59 AM UTC