"divines" poems
The cloudless day is richer at its close;
A golden glory settles on the lea;
Soft, stealing shadows hint of cool repose
To mellowing landscape, and to calming sea.
And in that nobler, gentler, lovelier light,
The soul to sweeter, loftier bliss inclines;
Freed form the noonday glare, the favour'd sight
Increasing grace in earth and sky divines.
But ere the purest radiance crowns the green,
Or fairest lustre fills th' expectant grove,
The twilight thickens, and the fleeting scene
Leaves but a hallow'd memory of love!
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I love you Snowflake
I hope you know wherever you float
let the winds carry you home
you can come my way
& melt on my tongue
my little fractal of inspiration
infinitesimally spiraling
& cascading into a blizzard of diamonds
illuminates my mind
This is what divines sung of
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 3:49 AM UTC
Skyrim, Land for Nords
Filled with Mead and Honningbrew
Singing with blood and cords
Disagreeing to their Divines and Lords
But raging with war and Talos Blessed
Destroying the empire, liberating Skyrim
Once Again
But a nightmare appears
"DRAGONS! DRAGONS!" a filthy Nord say
Running away pityfully as the Myths slays
A man stays
A nordic lad
Tough like Talos
***** as a rag
The tongue of the ancients
Shouting, stealing the souls of the Myths
It's the Dragonborn
It's back
Since centuries
And has came
To Unlegend the Myths
Once Again
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 10:01 PM UTC
dented but not broken
in the demon dark
the deep chasms
of the wilderness
and the forgotten recess
silence from tender slumber
has awoken
the synergy of temptations
on their merry dance
sip divines peach nectar
the naked flesh and heaving chest
unleash thy sporadic vital spark
the impressed intent
of thy chosen scent
fuels the interactive nodes
neon infused electronic spasms
that echo in the dark
a subtle jowl in latent jest
as twilights nimble fingers
unbutton what remains of carefree days
and the fallen angels
with such sweet caress
to touch the mystic
unfurl the arc of your rainbow
and shine your rays
on cobbled memories
of Paris in the rain
and Tokyo Blue
hustles in the backstreets aroma
blow the cobwebs a gentle kiss
on days like this
left unchecked and laid to rest
gathered in momentums voice
and uttered as a sensual breath
the nakedness of emotion
the arcane interventions
should not be left to fade
to fill the empty space
they call the void
these technicolour moments
we've made
stumble on the waves
the fragrances of youth etched
in unedited stop motion
the contours of discovery
sparkle in the ether
the azure eyes
and the open arms
of the ocean
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 10:39 AM UTC
O fair Helena descending-
How could you not look at me?
You were once Narcissus in the meadow;
Kissing the soil-
Blooming with lavenders-
Basking in the afternoon sun-
Where did all your sunshine go?
Your blurry reflection-
of somberness;
heavy eyes;
calloused hands;
disheveled hair;
timid air-
Dismayed the goddess in you.
Faded golden lyre;
Withered Pierian roses;
Crushed altar of flame;
Mortal madness!
Ascend back to the divines-
Depart from this mortal coil;
Be the Narcissus in the meadow.
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 11:35 PM UTC
Electronic sound waves that I hear,
overwhelming base lines,
to my head from my ear.
Reverberant drum patterns and unique designs.
Some of this music may make you tear,
others make you see the sun's shines.
140bpm, it's very clear.
Emotions combines,
the drop is near.
Listen how it divines.
To let yourself go,
find a meaning of your own.
Feel the music flow,
as your mind is blown.
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 3:25 PM UTC
The divines
Gave us the gift
Of happiness
And now you shall
Be happy too.
Ready your pipes
And light your torches,
The blessed flower
Shall bestow upon
The thy virtue
Of serenity.
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 11:17 PM UTC
African woman
She is the strongest woman
The cradle of all human
She tends softly her man
As well as all her children
She aint seeking for equity
She is seeking for prosperity
Growth, of all her generations
She knows well her traditions
Not to be in combatant competitions
Not to fight the physical equal wars
But to strengthen the spiritual-mental walls
And they call her in tough titles-submissive and foolish
All she does is, a sit-home mum, bear and then perish
But she knows well all she wants-her family to flourish
In the hearts of the matters there you will find her
Strong and willed to build and leave her legacy
Moral men and wise women-humans of substance
She is a pillar to her home
African woman
She is the strongest woman
The cradle of all human
She sits on her sack, in her arms
A giant club to clobber her farms-
Her fields fat yields of yams
And she beats their pulps till powders
They are all ground refined white dusts
Pu! Pu! Pu! Goes her game's rhythms
Pu! Pu! Pu! Shakes her shoulders
Pu! Pu! Pu! Her biceps fats dances with each fast beatings
Pu! Pu! Pu! Strong, on, urges her throbbing breast chest
Pu! Pu! Pu! Comes back the hard works echoes
Like her man in mines and farms and fields she, too, salty sweats
African woman
She is the strongest woman
The cradle of all human
On her back is a bundle of woods
On her head balanced, is a load of loads
On her back is a can of waters
On her back is a baggage of belongings
On her back is her children
On her bent back she is a farmer weeding her fields
All in a day’s daily work without complains
African woman, who stronger woman, than you?
She is the backbone of her family
She is the umbilical cord of her folks
She is their heart and soul and spirit
She doesn’t retire until she expires
Early she is up-late she is asleep, O Mama-African woman!
Even with all gone, she still as a mother chicken them all broods
She still them all remembers as my dear little children
Mama, African woman! Mama, who there be like you?
African woman
You are the strongest woman
The cradle of all human
When they all walk naked-liberal
She has a wrapper for her *****
A cloak to guard her gold-her fertile groins
She knows, good honey is deeply hidden in hives
And inside these hidden hives are strong stings
Bad eyes are a sight for witches-evil ruins
Her petals plains she must by all means protect
Until right comes the most suitable honeybee
Until right comes the sweetest singing hummingbird
Until moral comes the most beautiful butterfly
Until then, her nectar is not for every eye-tongue
Gathered she covers her fine curves
For she is the most beautiful of the divines-African Woman!
The strongest woman-the cradle of all human!
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Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 4:52 AM UTC
I'm A Lab Rat
You Heard Me Right
I Am An Experiment Of The Divine
Everything Simulated
Same Smiling Faces And The Scowl Of Enemies
The Same Endless Loop Of Activities
Work Everyday Of Your Life
To Find Whats At The End Of The Maze Is Paper
Vials Constantly Puncture My Skin
Injecting Emotions
The Divines Hands Constantly Working
*No No No You Will NeverFinish This Maze*
How Much Depression Does It Take
To Crush The Human Spirit
One Of 7 Billion Mice
Our Lives Composed To Have Ups And Downs
So Close Yet So Far
Dont Let Her Finish The Maze!
Make Her Loved One Crush Her Soul
That'll Slow Her Down
I Am A Test Tube Baby
Born From Experimental Parents
I'm Tired Of Being Torn In Half
Trying To Create A Future
C'mon It's Only About 80 More Years
Its The American Dream Baby
It's The Divines Dream
To Understand Us As We Try To Find Our Way
So I Sit Here With Straight Lined Lips
And Eyes That Can Peirce Flesh
As They Decided To Play
A Little Devotion Will Never Hurt
Lets Test Some Chemicals
Greenhouse Gases Inhaled Through Tiny Lungs
I Want To Believe There Is Good In The World
Now Those Beliefs Are Crushed Too
But From The Concrete
Who Knew A Flower Would Grow
I Always Have Hope Of A Better Tomorrow
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 10:55 PM UTC
Eyes they set on beauty,
as morning sun quenches moment.
As ears aligns divine birds
that sing with orchestrated music.
As breath rejuvenates
to see mirror image and smile.
My heart beats in beauty
mirroring in heartbeat own magnificence.
Mirroring the radiance of the soul
that reveals a lotus flower.
That vibrates to guide my way
in steps of dance.
Thoughts they understand
a spark of Divines perfect lives within.
I be co-creator of thy sea.
Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 8:17 AM UTC
Who says that fictions only and false hair
Become a verse? Is there in truth no beauty?
Is all good structure in a winding stair?
May no lines pass, except they do their duty
Not to a true, but painted chair?
Is it no verse, except enchanted groves
And sudden arbours shadow coarse-spun lines?
Must purling streams refresh a lover’s loves?
Must all be veiled, while he that reads divines,
Catching the sense at two removes?
Shepherds are honest people: let them sing:
Riddle who list, for me, and pull for prime:
I envy no man’s nightingale or spring;
Nor let them punish me with loss of rhyme,
Who plainly say, My God, My King.
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Some past ago
Innocence carried my heart
And then one day you presented to me
The Impression of passion
It touched me
Changed me
Utilized my beating chest
And utterly broke me
I yearn still to embrace your body
The elegant contact of your lips on mine
To save you from the bitterness of snowy nights
But my mistakes bartered my undoing
That night
That cold, unforgiving winter night
Will forever haunt my dreams
As I try to find the past in my slumber
The extent of loves hand is weary and perplexing
But the willingness of a heart as mine will trade lives
For one
Last
Touch
By the divines, I am alone
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 11:50 PM UTC
Retreat from the dancing Sun
Evading flaming streams of light
Shearing exposed trees, the Gatling gun
Fixed on the horizon fraying the Night
As it engulfs the lake in foreign shines
Simmering the boiling bodies of water
Emerging are the Sillhouettes, the divines
Created in constellations have brought Her
Shape-shifting the landscapes in its caress
Nature's networks entwined in silence
Glorify Her benevolence, Her enchanting dress
Illuminating celestial twilight discarding violence
Enshrouding earthly bodies with Her own star
Temperate tempests of the snow-forested land
Subdued in an eternal biome, isolated from afar
Suffering by the accord of God's arbitrary hand.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 5:38 PM UTC
My blood can be given
My bloods treasure hidden
My blood is neo complex
My bloods sacred harness
My blood has been hurt
My blood still flows slow
My bloods gold that grows
My blood can save lives
My blood can give A B & O
My blood pressure rises
My blood boils for you
My blood craves your soul
My blood signals the heart
My blood feels whats real
My blood begs you
To stop the precious
Blood you spill
One day might ****
Please baby take a pill
Or just sit back & chill
Read a book, learn
I don't want you to burn
It's the wrong turn
Instead be safe stay warm
Don't do yourself harm
Please don't hurt
Your precious arm
I will hold tight in the night
Watching the moon light
Everything will feel right
Trust me honey,
My precious bunny,
Happy for nothing,
Smile like something funny
When we're just
Tag team partners
Love can't be explained
Two hearts felt the same
Chattered doesn't matter
Came together last forever
Likely dying not never ever
Surviving every weather
Angels spiritual feathers
Me you a dream come true
Far from perfect
Imperfect creation abound
Put in a world devastation
Keep focus concentration
Sorry for my mistakes
My relationship I'd partake
A lesson eyes wide awake
Opened new life's token
Truth revealed & spoken
Nevertheless,
You're still the best
Bypass all the rest
Spiritually excelled the test
Placed divines hidden spell
Upon me, my eyes my cry
You touched my heart
A master of love & art
My professor, my teacher
My intellectual preacher
Bright mind, form 2 bind
As one, hug for fun
I bug you
bcuz I love you
I pick on you
bcuz I'm stuck on you
I follow you
bcuz I wanna shower you
I think of you
Bcuz I sink underwater
I want you
Bcuz my eye's only see you
Thank you, for
Placing this love,
For being my first
My teacher, my preacher
My professor
And not my aggressor
Nor oppressor ;D
So please babe stop cutting your wrists & legs you hurt, I hurt, you cry I cry, you're in pain I'm insane, what you feel I can feel, stop the blood spill, do it for me if you truly love mi vida...
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
I recently agreed to leave my body to science
In return for free cremation & disposal services.
But I insisted on one small qualifier,
A precise stipulation that
The first-year medical student, to which
My cadaver is assigned,
Be female & lovely,
Brilliant & curious,
Fevered & insane,
Seeking a miracle cure for broken hearts.
The damaged among us,
Yearn for a magic elixir,
Some long lost potion,
Arcane & miraculous,
Insightful & perfect in simplicity.
A man who truly loved women,
My last woman dissects me,
I, a species of man she would master.
Cuts out my heart and weighs it,
Divines my psychology from slice of spleen.
Or liver, toxic, cirrhotic,
Surely, random entrails hold some key to me.
I--in all my incandescent incongruity--
Must render up some gender-specific clue,
As to what it is men really want;
Proving, again, the simplest answer is best.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 2:12 PM UTC
The World's Times chronicled
Crusades and Fatawas,
Jihads and Inquisitions,
Coups and Genocides.
Such resourcefulness
The Construct.
Another Cathedral rises
In a destitute country.
Do-able
We're told
From the leader's lips
We'll always have the poor.
Uh huh! The poor!
That's what was said.
We can always put them to work,
And there won't always be work.
They'll need membership cards,
And birthings and burials,
Like always.
See the pyramids along the Nile
You get up every morning from your alarm clock's warning
Another temple
Will grow from
Rice paddies;
A synagogue,
A mosque will
Cinch tiles
On the backs of peasants.
I've had enough
Laundering by recluse
Single mothers,
By crooks posing as shepherds,
And Holy Wars
*so oxymoronic
cleanses too*
Any Divines
Benefitting from
Our labour and wages;
Our drachma, denarius and shegel,
Aren't worth the worship.
Yet the lenders are good
At getting their pound.
*Don't drop a coin
In a wishing well,
Pay cash for a mass
Where they'll ring your bell.
Choose a charity,
There's so many,
That need a
Pauper's Penny.*
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 8:18 AM UTC
Goodbye old me,
See you tomorrow for another day I don't feel free,
But you see.
I'll forget about all that is bad;
Just for now, cuz right in this moment I don't feel sad,
This will be a constant reminder.
Of the one who came to me, and broke open my cell;
And now I need not be afraid of hell,
Because the angels of heave ring my bell.
Singing for me, I am the prodigal son;
I am the one that loved the bad and clung,
But the God above gave his only one.
I'm now a new creature,
And the fear of no eternal life is irrelevant,
Don't let me be your preacher.
Search for the better One;
The one spelled with a capitol "H"
He doesn't need a stage.
So do not cheer out my name, and what I have to say;
But listen to what the lyrics have to tell,
And always look forward to the next day.
Leave this session of hope knowing that the sun does rise;
God does indeed hear your cries;
Listen closely, cuz it doesn't come through sound, but words On lines, and lets be ready for the One and only, His divines.
LoveCrying,
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 11:38 AM UTC
III
From our mud jambs and our stone,
We peaked, then said we're not alone.
Assumed a greater good than we
Placed us here and made us free.
Co-joined with divines we wait,
To resurrect... reincarnate...
(It's just too weird to transmigrate)
The ones who really take the cake
Are those that transubstantiate.
Beliefs now sculpted religious states
(The unknown makes one hesitate).
Thank goodness in our good will,
If caught we punish
(And still sadly ****
Fear and guilt are base and column
Supporting deities we relied on.
We surely had ourselves in mind,
To create such gods we find unkind.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 7:58 AM UTC
Car tu vis en toutes les femmes
Et toutes les femmes c'est toi.
Et tout l'amour qui soit, c'est moi
Brûlant pour toi de mille flammes.
Ton sourire tendre ou moqueur,
Tes yeux, mon Styx ou mon Lignon,
Ton sein opulent ou mignon
Sont les seuls vainqueurs de mon cœur.
Et je mords à ta chevelure
Longue ou frisée, en haut, en bas,
Noire ou rouge et sur l'encolure
Et là ou là - et quels repas !
Et je bois à tes lèvres fines
Ou grosses, - à la Lèvre, toute !
Et quelles ivresses en route,
Diaboliques et divines !
Car toute la femme est en toi
Et ce moi que tu multiplies
T'aime en toute Elle et tu rallies
En toi seule tout l'amour : Moi !
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Nights like this I wonder why
Why something hasn't let me die.
No angels coming while I sleep
No demons along my floorboards creep.
Laying silent on my floor
I wait for ravens at the door.
But no evil nor any good
Come to take me as they should.
Aching, feverish, here I stand
Waiting just to leave this land.
Yet no god or devil fights for me
A pointless soul is all they see.
Wary of shadows and light
I venture in neither day or night
But crossing bounds in shattered dreams
I paint my hope on ceiling beams.
My celestial scribbles bleed down the walls
Paint dripping, running; waterfalls.
And as I lay my head to rest
I feel the droplets bombard my chest.
To awaken covered in my art
Gives worthless soul a brand new start
So when the spirits next look my way
There will be nothing left to say.
Let holy war for me erupt
Because my soul is so corrupt.
From painting secrets on my room
Giving light to impending doom.
The divines made one mistake, I know
They ignored me all that time ago.
I walked right past and secrets I stole
Giving worth to my meaningless soul.
Like an old and forgotten book
I wrote their plans in every nook.
Every corner of my life
Cut them deeper, paintbrush like knife.
Now every spirit yearns to take
The soul in which they did mistake
They claw and bite and bleed and cry
Waiting for the moment I die.
But now human scorned spends life anew
And my sins aren't nearly through.
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 5:58 PM UTC
Il avait l'âme aride et vaine de sa mère,
L'œil froid du dieu voleur qui marche à reculons ;
Il promenait sa grâce, insouciante, altière,
Et les nymphes disaient : « Quel marbre nous aimons ! »
Un jour que cet enfant d'Hermès et d'Aphrodite
Méprisait Salmacis, nymphe du mont Ida,
La vierge, l'embrassant d'une étreinte subite,
Pénétra son beau corps si bien qu'elle y resta !
De surprise et d'horreur ses divines compagnes,
Qui dans cet être unique en reconnaissaient deux,
Comme un sphinx égaré dans leurs chastes montagnes,
Fuyaient ce double faune au visage douteux.
La volupté souffrait dans sa prunelle étrange,
Il faisait des serments d'une hésitante voix ;
L'amour et le dédain par un hideux mélange
Dans son vague sourire étaient peints à la fois.
Son inutile sein n'offrait ni lait ni flamme ;
En s'y posant, l'oreille, hélas ! eût découvert
Un cœur d'homme où chantait un pauvre cœur de femme,
Comme un oiseau perdu dans un temple désert.
Ô symbole effrayant de ces unions louches
Où l'un des deux amants, sans joie et sans désir,
Fuit le regard de l'autre ; où l'une des deux bouches
En goûtant les baisers sent l'autre les subir !
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I do not fit – and, I hope that I never will.
I’ve sank in all quick sands, I’ve climbed beyond the highest hills,
I have lived a thousand lives, and made a million mistakes,
There’s wisdom in these eyes - that does not fit with this young face.
I try to speak with those around, escape the freak or tone him down,
I try to sound like I belong, but all I’ve found’s I get it wrong,
I hope one day someone will find I broke away and had to hide,
I hope she sees that I’ve been saving all of me for her embrace,
An’ we will dance on the stars, I’ll take her hands make them ours,
I’ll show her the scenery of Heaven, Earth and dreamers seas,
I’ll share with her all above, I’ll make her burst with the love,
I’ll conquer her heart and soul and then perhaps she’ll make me whole.
And we will sail on through time. We’ll lift the veils on divines,
We’ll sit at the end of days, about to set off on our way.
I do not sleep – but, I haven’t wept in an age.
Although such a deep cut leaves nothing left inside me but a pain that
Stops me from showing I’m more than you’d ever know,
It stops me from going, and yet it keeps me so alone.
I hope I haven’t crossed the line, but note that you’ve all lost your minds,
All of likeness to the dead you waste your time, you waste your heads,
You sleepers drift in front of me to slow down and discomfort me,
Treasuring the trivial with eyelids that are made of wool.
And those who know me, of course, they call me a darkened horse,
But they’d never spend the time to enter this strange world of mine,
I can’t seem to live with them – I can’t live without such friends,
I can’t bring the laughter back, I’ll never spring out of this trap.
I feel sometimes a separate breed. I feel like I am all I need.
I feel like I just want to show you all the places we can go to,
Dive inside and find your way, put all of time into a day,
Accept yourself and all your flaws, and all the wealth there is is yours,
You cannot measure how sublime the treasures are inside your mind,
You cannot fathom all the friends that wait for you at journeys end,
You’ll never know how bright you are, the epic might of that small heart.
Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 4:15 AM UTC
It is the space
between the stars
where moonlight fails to graze
where violet memories fall
into place.
It is the chorus of a dying sun
and every angels tear.
It is chaos
locked in a nutshell
It is purity we hear.
All the others may have heard
divines whisper fierce
but t you they have sung this song
and to us, you have released.
Triumph! Tumble! Turgid now!
this monument to peace
for light
has en-flamed us both
with beauty not to cease.
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
Pumping an uncontrollable substance through my heart
Hope this feeling never ends or I’d be torn apart
A magical sensation with every pleasurable pulse
This must be illegal, something for the adults
Every moment, every thump, makes me lose my thought
Lets runaway together with the thrill of getting caught
Shuttle me thru your loops of vibrational divines
****** my flesh with your soft hum while I slowly unwind
Make me lose myself with no method of meeting time
If your admiration is at the top of the wobbly hill, then I’ll climb
But understand I’m wrapped around your finger with every minute that passes by
I’m in a meeting with your roots with nothing on, except a tie
This must be the so called meaning of life
Listening to every word and every piece of advice
That you simply can not only be mine
But is like your part of me, somehow connected to my spine
A strong emotion I can’t get rid off, where is its rubric?
Maybe your suppose to be a part of me, perhaps you’re my runic
This is such an indulging pleasure I can’t confuse it
Because I’m not in love with you girl, I’m in love with music
Jonathan “Prototype” Pizarro
Copyright 2011 ©
August 30, 2010 11:12am
Feb 20, 2011
Feb 20, 2011 at 9:29 PM UTC