"educed" poems
While tufts of gloom engulfing the sky,
With no space and time between
Us, you and I,
soak ourselves in the stationary delight.
Like a hypersensitive scheme,
Yet an irreconcilable vibe,
You smoke, and I sigh.
While others argue to be or not to be,
You and I, standing in front of Robert Frost’s fork
—to smoke or sigh
Without hesitation,
You choose to hold a cigar in hand,
I choose to release an unknown in mind,
And sigh.
We then, ask each other why
You say, if you ever woke up in evisceration,
You would quit smoking
I say, if I ever woke up in nonentity,
I would stop sighing
Basking in the glow of flickers,
Inhaling the essence of meteoric laughters,
We look into each other’s assuring eyes
—I respect your choice,
as much as you respect mine.
Palpably, we’ve educed a compromise
It’s neither you smoke, nor I sigh.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 5:11 AM UTC
Charity is never wasted,
Even when refused;
Your simple act of selflessness
Cannot be reduced.
Kindness is never wasted,
Even when refused;
To think we think of others first
Cannot be diffused.
Courtesy is never wasted,
Even when refused;
Shake a hand, open a door,
Say Please and Thank You.
Patience is never wasted,
Even when refused;
Bide your time contentedly
Dealing with the obtuse.
Faith is never wasted,
Even when refused;
Believe in what cannot be proved
Even if confused.
Hope is never wasted,
Even when refused;
It gives the taste of fine red wine
Brimming o'er the cruse.
Hate is never wasted,
I know you feel abused;
It's just a tact under attack
That haters like to use.
Love is never wasted,
Even when refused;
It's educed, then enfused,
And spreads as it accrues.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 8:48 AM UTC
up on the highest mountain
im here to risk it all look above me
or look down at my fall.
i can hear your voice calling me from the north
frustration educed hatred i have for you
as you swallow your regrets
your words mean everything to me
it was your cold, shifting mockery
it cant be taken back
it is left where i stand.
up on the highest mountain
waiting to risk it all
or look down at my fall.
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 4:54 AM UTC
At first glance, one may say they witnessed a goddess
At passing by, the presence turned my stomach inside out like it knotted
At a reverence has the brain mesmerized, tryna capture her perfection
At close proximity, I sway alive like instantly totally day and night
As if it is her, her way, a choice, no one can question her, aura does array
Remarkably infatuated, frozen as if spellbound, am I her chosen prey?
Alas, she glides unto her day, without a word only the stare o' fate.
Last I find myself, moving on.
But for now her image lingers on.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 7:42 PM UTC
The morning mist coils about my feet as
the leash tugs us forward, drawn by
four little paws, two droopy ears, and a
permanently flickering tail. A most magnificent
sunrise was beginning to blossom across the
heavenly firmament. Rosy smoke spreading
red and gold through the air, when the
orb falls. Not a slow descent, but a collapse.
Light is ripped from my corneæa, a
whimper educed from the purple
ink in front of us and the leash
lies flat, empty. Clutching my arm, her
fear pours into me, stronger than the surrounding
bleak and black. And she too is gone, following the splintering
of wood and rock as the surround blows
away from me.
I cannot feel it anymore. The constant pull.
I believe it to be
once called
gravity
because I am free now
I am good morning
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 11:21 PM UTC