"embalms" poems
I never stop thinking of you,
you always fill up my head.
And not just with thoughts,
but inspiration instead.
This feeling you give,
is something I seek.
It's just so relieving,
anytime you speak.
I love how you sing,
about anything that moves you.
Leaving nothing out,
whether it maddens or soothes you.
Your soul just emits,
an intoxicant that calms me.
And when we touch,
this mood just embalms me.
It binds me tight,
locked in your sweet release.
Then time slows down,
til the silence has ceased.
But during that moment,
I've begun to beleive.
That your voice,
is really,
the only one I need.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
‘LOVE’ – What mystique power it wields
In what myriad guise it wraps!
At times a sweet ache so coy to reveal
Or a sudden urge, hard to unveil
Sometimes a deep sensation
A strong surge of emotion
Permeating every atom
Pervading from top to bottom
It heightens the pulse
And makes every nerve convulse
It has left kingdoms fall asunder
And many a mighty man - surrender
Often, like dew drops falling from above
Or the warbling notes flowing out from the grove
It leaves the heart go upbeat in prosody
Changing every sensation into rhapsody
As beams of silver cast by the moon
Or the cold touch of spray in the horrid heat of noon
It soothes, embalms and thrills the heart
Filling the void and leaving no dearth
Love sublime, sure like a candle lit
Consumes itself, and never dwindles a bit
It dispels the gloom and dissipates the fright
Invigorating the soul and healing every hurt
As brilliance to stars, fragrance to flowers
Music to flute or shade to bowers
Love is to Man, freeing him from all sores
Bestowing him the strength to meet all throes
Love can neither be beguiled nor disguised
Nor be stifled or be construed
Love puts all other things into place
And hems life with a lovely lace
Love is all we seek and too scarce to find
A magic thread by which hearts are bound
Hark! It is love that makes the world spin around
And cures all the ills that surround
Oh! Love thou virtues I will defend
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 8:57 AM UTC
What brief utterance this, the color of time
That gives more meaning than language can hold
To force a confrontation between unresolvable contradictions
Such as make malleable a gracious hospitality to ******
And sound trumpets of unwarranted discord
That lie and lament the reputation and experience of damage
Hold forth the envious clouds of displacement
To provide for the vicious energies of hate
Those oppressive weights of past problems
That enactment of intense and exhausting experience
Which embalms the tears of fresh bleeding
Without impediment dictates the human existence
Where the mistress of aggressive thought finds
Extremity of dire mishap a strenuous protest
Leads to well meaning certainty of illusion
And asks, art thou so in love with masks that you
Would transform thyself and as such
Bind a loyalty of angers to thy touch
Aug 21, 2012
Aug 21, 2012 at 4:21 PM UTC
I send this track
Out to the Universe
Praying its echoes
Reach the farthest corners of the Earth
To reach you
I want the melody
To seep into your skin
The synthesizer
To shake your ribs
Each percussive meter
Synced to your beating heart
And as the music fades
And the ethereal chimes
Tickle the silence
Imagine my fingers
Tracing your lips
Pulling you in for a taste of bliss
I hope this track
Transcends the airwaves
That my light
Enraptures you
And embalms you
In Affection
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC
What is it, Oh what is it that plagues my mind
Which rests its design in black melancholy
And perpetual lament
Producing desperate and unreasonable frustrations
And condemnations of grotesque obligations
Investing a relentless barbarism of lamentation
In that moment of the infinite pulse of inaccuracies
That raises from the grave of oblivion illicit ambitions
And by their presence embalms me with an ambiguous curse
That compels no rivalry or universal justification
Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 7:16 PM UTC
Unfettered falsehoods that lure by practice of pretense
Make subject to a tyranny of questionable inquisitions
That claim themselves both by treaty and inheritance
Pursue with a vigor blind narcoleptic dancers with a ferocity
That embalms the bones with the tears of a million fans
Who in such tragedy represent that image and behold him
His limb freshly bleeding reading his words in lamentation
Jul 25, 2012
Jul 25, 2012 at 6:07 PM UTC
There is a place in our Universe
Visited by awestruck beings.
Where thoughts never turned to verse
Can be rejuvenated and seen.
The Universe has to stow
These lost thoughts for a reason.
So somewhere it springs to life
In a place called Lost Poet's Heaven.
When a poet envisions a scene
Or conjures up a line,
Lost Poet's Heaven, wouldn't you know it,
Embalms it into time.
The grieving maiden, too
Succumbed by tears to write,
Expresses her plight, unleashes her heart,
With nothing but her thoughts.
These thoughts she never penned
Can reappear again
When she has died, and her tears have dried,
And beholds Lost Poet's Heaven.
Lost Poet's Heaven, splendid and serene.
Filled with art to the tops
Of the pink clouds gathering.
Down comes the purple raindrops
Entrapped with your script.
You taste it on your thirsty tongue,
Lavishing long lost rhymes with every sip.
The sunshine casts rays of sublime poetry.
Later to be felt on the skin,
Absorbing the memory.
The Universe is kind, but doesn't want
The Hopeless Romantic to know it.
In Lost Poet's Heaven, the girl of his dreams
Is wooed by the clueless poet.
So when you lose your train of thought,
Smile, don't you fret.
In Lost Poet's Heaven, what you forget
Can be free to float about in mystery.
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
He tenderly draws
and invites Me,
mind you each one of us
He loves, comforts
protects and delivers us,
from all confusion[s]
embalms our oppressed sorrows
Hold on to your peace
and endure without doubt
your tribulations
Talk to him
with a clear conscience
dont worry who is with you
Or against you,
He's to be the only object
of your hope and assurance
No man's malice can hurt
Let God be
your Epitome
your["eye"] "i"
[I] specialist
Mar 27, 2011
Mar 27, 2011 at 10:36 PM UTC
His palm is a sepulchre,
It holds captives and sun-rays.
Macabre consolation fractured his skin.
He who embalms the petals of my words,
to paint forlorn attempts.
With keen acumen he carves the coffins
And adorns the figures of decay.
As alchemists, he works,
to convert base spirits into colours;
Immortal for all the decades of disdain.
His palm is the afterlife,
It keeps hummingbirds and streams.
Unholy droplets cured his cells.
He who puts me on hold,
like soulless novels on his shelves.
As soothsayers, he says,
"You count your pulses; no longer."
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 5:45 AM UTC
Barren, the earth beckons
Sole pair of feet treading in heat.
Respite is seldom found while
Dread, exhaustion and sweat are cheap.
Burnt heather, ashes for a bed,
A pillow of dead feathers.
What else must he do to rest
Save be abed in dust, the traveller.
A fall, showering of the abandoned
Leaves, children so dried.
Lifelessly dropping, hopeless,
From clutches of the mother tree, pried.
Poison intoxicating, sapping nature
And all there is, it's fallen bounty.
To seek rest amidst the fallen
In itself is not devoid of folly.
Spines, shivering in deathly embrace
Of ice and of all that is cold.
Paralysis of a different nature
Body begging for warmth lost and old.
Silence embalms the wild
The tame are shown no mercy.
For who dare put his eyes to rest
They may never again open, never see.
A beautiful ethereal death awaits
Those lulled by false enchantments.
Songs and whispers of ivy and moss
Trap innocents at river embankments.
Fruit and flower, vines and willows,
Dryads of the woods, deepening magic.
Slumber means to never stand again,
Death in solemn sleep, of course is tragic.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 10:46 AM UTC
A taste of your wine
Cinnamon tempting
Sugar so sweet
Embalms my mouth with an apple drip
It sends me a rain of bliss
Your breath makes me twine around.
A strand so strong
And your voice is so sweet
You send me into a trance with your mead
Bite my lips, whisper love with your kiss
I wish to taste your red wine
Tangerine sweet and the sun warm
Dream of heaven we stay in for evermore
Where we dance together in the moonlight
And we wake with joyful eyes in the sunlight
Bright and crystal water falling down the hill
A unique trip forever to enjoy
Embalm my mouth with an orange drip
Send my being in a bliss
Bite my lips, whisper to me love with your kiss
Jul 5, 2023
Jul 5, 2023 at 2:49 PM UTC
These branches are a shadow,
of the roots we see not grow.
Leaves turn brown in time of spring,
the patient earth knows everything.
Earth embalms the tree with soil,
keeps it strong throughout the toil
though the tree may lose its beauty,
It were not left unattended.
Fot the loss were temporary,
and the tree stood liberated,
the heavens found it worthy
though a younger tree ascended.
It was once an old, forgotten snag
...once blossomed but still died a log
And although the tree departed,
still the secret's not unearthed...
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 5:11 AM UTC
My skin it burns and scorches
These twisted Seven Suns
It reeks, it's caustic
These curséd Seven Suns.
You loathsome orbs
My malice for you unbounded.
You wicked sons of Apollo
May the cities shun your name!
My hands they crack and sizzle
'neath these Seven Suns
These fruits they wilt and shrivel
'neath these Seven Suns.
The wisened ropes they wither
On harshly laboured waists
And ancient stones they crumble
Before masons lay to waste.
I beg the seasons of mercy
"Grant Icarus his revenge!"
Let them rain their naked blessings
And deliver me your end.
You'll scorch the earth that stays me
and clench the air I breathe
But come the fall of night
I'll dance upon your wreaths.
"You curséd sons,
You devlish pests,
No more, no more!"
I'll rejoice in your relief
Pay tribute to your demise
As the moonlight it embalms me
And the darkness clothes my eyes.
Now Nyx's reign commences
Her air so cool and pure
The slender fingers of night
Beckon nocturnal dawn.
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 2:25 PM UTC
Ghostly tombs flourish the deadly spirits,
and as they reach purification,
their Mother God embalms them with honey bliss,
a war of earthquake kiss.
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 5:37 AM UTC
It wanders restlessly released
In tombs of recently deceased
And surreptitiously it seeks
Just to be mortal once again
Sarcophagus of sinful skin
To hide the scarab-swarming flesh
An all-consuming nothingness
Falling to the floor and crawling
From a skulking skeleton
A rotting corpse of blending in
With those who see no form of pharoah
Decomposing in its marrow
Just disgust accruing dust
As time embalms its bones within
These pyramids they've never seen
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 7:09 PM UTC
Thought I was lost
For the longest time
Wandering the void
For this soul of mine
For a gift
A divine purpose
Given to me only
If I shatter this circus
If I see beyond
A blind realisation
A choked thought
Into full illumination
For the first time in a long time
Slipping out of the gap again
I'm alive when I find the ones
Who themselves't dreaden
Who deserve more than
Being in their element
Who can be more than
Self righteous sedement
Humility is my present
Not past, but future
My purpose again
To, in return nurture
To expect no more
Than to let them think
Of ash and a newborn
Fullfillment and the brink
For my heart I will
Send their regards
For as long as this
Presence embalms
Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 9:04 AM UTC
ADHD forgets to feed the fish
and when she finally remembers,
it is dead at the bottom of the tank.
Well, I suppose dead is an understatement:
a mossy film embalms the body
(at least what is left of it)
its suction-cup maw putrefied
as it suckles the sickle of death.
Half of the body is there.
Half of it has disintegrated.
Imagine existing nowhere and everywhere
all at once; microscopic remnants
defile every particle of water long after
the rest of you has vanished.
Dec 26, 2023
Dec 26, 2023 at 3:53 PM UTC