"ebs" poems
let the LOVE
you form for you
be as formless as the
the SOUL it soothes
it’s ebs and flows
bring you to sea
so you can see
D I V I N I T Y
_reflecting you_
with Cosmic Sight
your darkness grew
a brighter LIGHT
at first WITHIN
but just be still
and watch as it
begins to fill
all you SEE
_with all you seek_
your clearer sight
forms new beliefs
the clouds all part
to let you RISE
as you let go of
what won’t bloom
and dance away
the heat of june
the summer Sun
has grown with you
its shining through
the cracks they left
your losses GLOW
with every step
this new selflove
you won’t forget
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 11:27 AM UTC
Cold is the heart,
of the king of the sea,
and none as cold as he.
even when,
Cold is the heart,
that bleeds ice cold water,
Cold is the heart,
that will not see his daughter.
Cold is the heart,
that still can beat,
when all that’s left,
is grimaced meat.
Cold is the heart,
that chills another,
leaving sorrow in it’s wake,
like foam from the rudder.
Cold is the heart,
that see’s no light,
Cold is the heart,
that ebs in the night,
Cold is the heart,
that seeks to claim me,
Cold is the heart,
of the king of the sea.
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 12:15 PM UTC
In the labor of birth he taught her the secret of life: to ride the waves of fear and take the ebs, the crests, let go.
She did not know the second wave of birth was yet to come.
High, strong shrills of joy echoed through the hospital, reminding the world that miracles abound.
Heart beat to heart beat they held each other bound for all time.
Both free to their singular bodies, after their nine months as one.
In the days after she reminisced about the first ultra sounds of watching his joyous twirling within. Bright with life and safe within her.
His pattern of life set to the sun quickly. His cries of hunger were as predictable and steady as the stars crossing the 2am February skies.
All was calm in the darkness of winter. When the awe of birth settled purity shone bright, a swell arose.
The eb pulled on her. She began to sink into darkness. Each pull telling her no measure of love could ever keep her son from hurt.
Her heart quickened, fracturing at the truth, collapsing releasing the lifetime of fear.
All she was wounded by bled into their joy. All that she doubted since her birth crested and peaked over them. The great flood of her emotions loomed over as she held him.
She held her baby tight, heartbroken, she learned why mothers and children are smotherd and consumed in the waves of evil that await purity.
It spoke to her, she became darkness, questioning his agonies and hardships he would endure. Her spirit thin and weak, broke and all went dark.
In her last thoughts her mind looked for orientation.
She held him, looking at his light. Bright and pure.
"Stop shining they all see! Hide!" Her fears consumed her.
The second wave of birth, that crests in the weeks following broke. She gave up and knew she was gone. Her own light torn into darkness.
Heart shattered, spirit broken she let go.
In her last gaze back at the world she saw his light, flickering joyous, bright and eternal.
It called to her, collected her and pulled her within his heart.
He took them through her darkness, his purity and joy, his light, holding each other as the world of darkness passed and the miracle of life eased into days and weeks and years.
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 7:12 AM UTC
I'm sick and tired of this,
Don't think you understand.
I'm washing out the rest,
Like waves upon the sand.
But I
Need
What
We
Have.
But I
Miss the
Warmth of
Your
Laugh.
My shoulders were meant to carry
The weight of wandering spirit.
My hands small enough to bury
In yours, a perfect fit.
But I
Can't risk
Strengthening
Your
Webs.
But I
Can't
Lose your love
As it flows
And ebs.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
all life grows
_through ebs + flows_
an endless cycle
all beings know
my waves of
S e l f L o v e
move the sea
reflecting all
the Light i see
i swim in the dark
_with no fear to drink_
and shamelessly
get drunk off me
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 2:31 AM UTC
Rocks stand alone
But water flows together.
Rocks may seem stronger
But water’s so much better.
It ebs and flows
Back and forth
As one machine
A rock stays static
And breaks at the forces
Of nature,
Ruining its strong facade and
Showing it’s cracked, breaking,
And eroding face
Just because it didn’t believe in water.
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 10:12 PM UTC
the cycling of emotions
the ebs and flow of the consciousness
the paralysis of thought
the dreaming of creations
the planning out and doing
and
the repeat
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 8:38 PM UTC