"echoeing" poems
Take my hand
hold on through the quicksand
of my expressed agony
for I’m trying to bring us past the vanity
and the demonic hailings I paint
can as swiftly change to angels sailing past the hate
my words can take you from a pearless white night
with only the moon in sight
then twist that light back to
the sun’s beaming might
surround you in a blizzard
with imagery so vivid
it cuts through the snow
like a rock in a rivers flow
bring you from the crumbles of earthly ruins
to the humble pearly white gates of heavenly viewings
invoke you in anger & apathy
a firery rage bellowing
until you hear a fazed echoeing
pulling you from the depths of mind
to the paradise I envisioned for
mankind
corrupt you with illness of doubtful hate
then present a panacea of a
hopeful fate
I know I’m just a man,
but take my hand
and I’ll show to your there’s more to us than a monotonous plan
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 3:07 AM UTC
i ran without looking back
left all those i loved behind
the last words i said
still haunting and echoeing my ears
and i know the further i go
its going to be a long road home
i never made them cry before
but when i left
i heared the weeps
and the tears hitting the floor
like a stampede of hoofs
stomping my heart a mile away
yet i continued on
never looking back
because i knew if i went back
my world would be black
thier hearts would be cold
and the truth would remain untold
i couldnt live a life like that
i had to escape
but my ties to this life
remain in the object of my love
the soul hier to my heart
the one whom i never thought to leave
she stands under an oak
using the leaves as an umbrella
for the rain has started
covering her tears she now sheds
as realization that i will not show sets in
she sits at the beginning of a long road home
i got a long road home
but the troubles i faced
will be worth it
when i find what i've searched so hard for
my sanity that was stripped at birth
my soul that left a pair of hollow eys
and i know this road will only get longer
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 10:43 AM UTC
I walk this dismal dark and damp dungeon
Long dark the phantom am i;
Strolling I now take icy breaths;
Mystery lies within my realm;
Far faint foot echoes announce my impending doom
I embark upon my midnight
Echoeing chamber room
It's chains that puppeted victims that had
Screamed for their end and at last,
I had giggled laughed and touched their quivering chest
And felt their fading warmth
Then into oblivion casted they were by me
This dark stone its chilling floor
Where rodents squeek and scurry about,
My only pets and friends I know
Suddenly I hear as HEAVY VOICES of my approaching DOOM
POUNDING FISTS and swinging logs against my dungeon door and room
I curse the empending light by
Their torches casting beams
Bound from hell and its slithering horrid beam fingers
Under my dungeon door
I curse my end by angered pounding fists
Hell bound to see my end to be
What cursed blackened night just lies
A distant short,
A breathless world my oblivian beckons me by hounds
Of DOOM,
My parts be scattered h e l t e r s k e l t e r
My inners thrown upon old wooden beams above
Soon i will leave this loveless world i made,
i foretell and kiss only an empty space goodbye,
Waiting first ****** deep within my flesh to be
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 4:15 PM UTC
The girl with the tearless eyes,
The girl that cannot cry,
The girl thats always
"Good",
Always
"fine"
And you assume she is because
She's not crying
She's just smiling
So she's fine, right?
But she's putting on a face,
Putting on a mask,
Covering the truth,
Covering the past.
She'll cancel plans last minitue only to assure you she's fine just got caught up in some family ties.
But she's got trust issues deeper than the cuts she tries to hide.
More painful than the lies
And trying to pretend everythings fine.
And the names YOU called her?
Still echoeing in her brain,
Still imprinting,
Still remaining.
But she still tries to fake a smile,
Lay low for a little while,
Walk at a normal pace,
Keep it together!
The lie that you're living is bringing disgrace!
You are a disgrace, everything you are is built around it.
Till she can't even remember the lies from reality,
Did i smile?
Did i laugh?
Or am i still pretending?
She asks herself
As she laughs at the reflection in front of herself.
Will i ever be happy?
She asks head bowed down low in front of herself.
She's not okay,
She's always a lie.
Trying to fix her broken soul,
But the ghosts of the past still haunt her.
They torture her
*******
*******
*******
The life out of her
And the happiness
And the hope
It's like the dementors are coming out into the night.
And she's not fine
But she can't cry
For the tears that once flowed put like niagra falls,
Have dried up like the sahara desert.
And her head is still pounding
As she tries to get some sleep
Still stuck poundering on the everyday life she dreads
Still poundering
Searching
Searching
For her silver saviour,
Hoping to relief the pain she's been feeling in a river of red.
But she puts on a mask and fakes
a smile,
a laugh.
And you assume she's fine,
But she's soulessly screaming
Help me.
Help me.
Help
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
Well,
I'm up all night
aching
And I'm listening to the hum
of the refrigerator;
On the night watch-
Marking the change of days.
Water's dripping
somewhere
and the hollow empty sound
echoes in my mind like
thought.
Oh
I want to lay
this heavy body down.
Why fight the
irresistible pull of
gravity?
But I fight the urge,
Knowing,
that to
lie alone
in the dark-
listening to the hollow empty sound
of thought,
Echoeing in my mind
like water,
hearing the hum
of my body,
I'd be up all night
aching.
May 24, 2010
May 24, 2010 at 2:55 PM UTC
darkness wraps around me
inside a sonnet
singing, echoeing across the lake
i hear it ,too
inside a moan, sweet and sad
from
eons ago
primordial
communication
we are one.
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 4:40 PM UTC
In the crisp of morning, does edge of rest approach. For in the tents of great men do the warriors awaken in preparation for battle.
Sharpening their swords, fortifying their shields, girding their spears and dawning their armours - a crest for honour. Though amid the steadiness, do they await the word of their beloved monach.
"Sar-Shalom!" be the cries heard, echoeing upon the voices of the wind. Reaching even beyond the battlefields. The name of the monach, adored by the great men, anticipating the words to come.
Alas, wisdom comes on the voice of the wind: "In the vallies, will you victories come". Bewildered they stood, asking themselves "why?" But, their monach adorned in their love does their loyalty stand.
So, to the vallies do they march. Upon the word do they stand, anticipation honoured by their trust. For a hard battle will they fight, yet a grand victory will they know - a relief from their beloved.
From the peaks do they descend, and to the vallies do they arrive. The battlefield marked for honour by their seeing eyes;
Unsheathing are they ready, for the accusers come - but unexpecting are they, for the assurance declared in the meeting of blades.
The divines surrounding their accusers, is the battle endorsed for the victors. As they cut down even their final Goliaths. In the praises given up on the voices of the wind, does Sar-Shalom hear the chants - His great men, now the victories of Eden.
Now the journey do they cherish, in returning to their home. The tents of great men, now victories on the heights. What more shall be done? But to sing in glee. For the enemies borders are lost in the restoring victory.
Their wounds shall heal, and bruises shall fade, but the songs of glee shall ring out through time, eternal;
Oh, the voices of the winds chant forever "Victory in the Vallies!"
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 8:36 PM UTC
What kind of obscure analysis
Implies
What instantaneous retraction
Denies
Although I still believe
The illuminated illustration
Stands fast ... in resolute conviction
That poets can be and often are...
... word butchers!
And then... In...
That hyper Inflated
Monumental moment of Silence
You can hear the discourse
Running rampant through
The metaphorically impaled
Dignity...
As it swallows
In hardchecking defense
Restraining those words
Rising up... in roiling need to avenge
This appalling offense
Screaming eyes burning holes
And every single letter as it streams past
Resolved
To the abrogated
With a sudden conviction
That None Shall be absolved
Not a single a or double m
Whit or whim
Simply waiting with war raging
Beneath this thin veneer
Of social mores and polite adherence
The smiling face and the calm appearance
Of an understanding listener
Knowing and aware
Of the growing
Self-affirming
Sense of indignation
That's such effrontery as to call
Any poet
Even if it is themself
That they spoke of
Just 30 seconds ago
And now winding up and winding down
Any point have this interdiction
Sudden ponderous silence echoeing with a question mark laden intensity of the guantlets swing...... how can you call yourself a word butcher and be any kind of... of... of... A poet?
With quizzical eyes. and mild surprise
My face pops forward and up
To gaze upon the springboard
Of this questioning ...
... but obviously sincere
Learned yet learning... lover of words
So leaning in close
And then in whispered tones
Whispered in conspiratorial antipathy
Because I treat them gently
I weigh them Fair
I carve just enough excess
to leave them with value
I wrap them in clean white parchment and tie them up with pride ....
....then pass them over
to be ...unwrapped
savored and enjoyed by...... I hope
a recipient
who enjoys what was related
Then
With all the luck in the world
ends up sated... by the words
and the thoughts
That I had created
Then watching them walk away the army disbanded and the war horses went calm while the learned yet learning lover of words..... couldn't think of a single word to say.
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 9:31 AM UTC
Time has grown a little older since we were young
losing tires in parking lots.
Leaving out the front door to be together in the back seat.
And I remember
Spending the night feeling the sound of a summer storm.
Your car echoeing the sounds of an ancient beat.
And I remember
how it moved me.
But when I danced naked in the rain,
you didn't care too much either way.
You watched me,
but I wondered how you could see me.
And then I realized
You were a storm yourself.
One moment calm and controlled
And the next cold and torrential.
With no expression you stared as my movements slowed.
Under their gaze I was disobedient.
A child who should be in bed.
I almost cared.
I laughed as I spun away.
And this time
I danced for me.
Not for you.
You never had to see me.
I was free.
Finally, hip popped and panting,
I glared over my shoulder to meet your eyes,
Defiance radiating from every muscle.
But the storm had already passed
and you just smiled.
Watching me.
Really watching me.
And that was better than any smell
after any rain I could have ever danced naked for you in.
I just danced in you instead.
And watched you as you watched me.
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 6:43 PM UTC
So I can not be in denial anymore. I wanted the memory
of romance to come
out to warm me with its warm cloak. Instead
that which is the truth of hearts speak
loud
vibrating - echoeing -
as a surrender to
the air.
my heart strings
played - an outburst
of the melody that holds
our bodies as one.
Live a strong way -
a long way - a way
of love that takes
centuries to burn down.
Maybe these are high ideals?
I don't know.
Most of the time I just try to
Breathe -
and let the wind
take me
as its sister -
chasing me with
its cool wave
of magic.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 8:01 AM UTC
...
..
.
what star bound
that my reflection
has returned
to
the
run
away
look from
me to the sky
teardrop flies
vultures life
buzzards
crows
in
nuendos
come on lets
make babies
in
the
snow
baby don't you know
crueler winds have blown
my teeth have chatter'd
through them matters
never heard an
sound
only questions
echoeing echoes
what star bound
?
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 7:47 AM UTC
It will be okay comes a voice,
A thought, something deep down
Reaches out to me to comfort
I hear it echoeing in my mind
I push it back down in me
Not believeing it can be true
But the day goes by and
Every step I take align itself
With exactly the way things
Unfold and then hindsight
Takes place and it was okay
And there was peace during
The seconds of each hour of
The day. Whatever Power that
Is it's sure a beautiful feeling.
Thank you.
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 10:49 AM UTC