"enclaved" poems
I could see right thru the fortress' walls,
I knew what they enclaved
Beaten by an ocean full
of canary-yellow waves
They glistened like the stars reflected
from a moon-lit sky
Scattered like a million diamonds,
it's beauty; mesmerized
Tho seaweed dark as forest green
did fill the ocean floor
Both translucent, & befuddling
I could only wish to explore
For I have never seen a castle
rest in a sea of grime
& with its image now engraved
Forever in my mind!
& tho it's walls we're callous; thick
I thought it could still work
If only I had persisted
(Instead, I went berserk...)
But is love not an incendiary?
For those who've gone insane?
& so it's best to resist the urge--
Your heart you must contain!
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC
If it were I, a hunkered mass
Of unkempt hair and tangled rags,
Lain prone beneath the underpass,
Enclaved in chattel bulked-out bags,
If it were I, alone, afraid,
Tight-bitten lips in silent prayer,
And listless eyes, all hope decayed,
And slumped, oppressed, done by despair,
And if you cast my shadowed shape,
Would you come seek my name?
Or look as I for quick escape,
And thence to bear my shame.
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC
A legion of children enveloped us that day, /
Their presence transparent beneath rays of sun baptismal. /
As the chirp of laughter infiltrated the air, /
There enclaved in their omnipresent mist, /
Passion blossomed in this juvenescent heart. /
Gleaming these eyes sauntered your luminescent skin, /
Pining for that rapture that lay betwixt your arms. /
Although roving within for clarity in words, /
This burgeoning vessel trembled in loss, /
For fugitive they stood in my subconscious. /
Yearning for more than the caress of your voice, /
Its musicality enough to serenade for all time, /
And the flawless rhythm of this heartbeat /
Whispered intently of something divine /
For this keepsake of yours -is immortal.- /
Even now nostalgia cleaves as an arrow, /
-Piercing to the soul- /
And it screams to be nurtured. /
Blooming in reminiscence I conjure dreams immemorial, /
Returning to that hallowed sanctuary. /
Your countenance is a distant glint, now untraceable; /
Marred by elapsed time, that insidious decay. /
My agony has become a vast sea, /
Besieged by the maelstrom of lament /
For my undying piety is all that remains./
A language too grand to be deciphered /
By such an infantile mind, /
Yet now I pensively ponder, "Will you ever return?" /
I would relinquish my soul to gaze once more /
Upon your grace my Materialista. /
Life has become a heavy haze, /
Occupied by a discordant melisma of pain. /
And this memento -without you- is my torture stake, /
For the moment we held hands has bound me forevermore; /
And I stand here everlastingly, yearning for your arms. /
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 1:40 PM UTC
The seas wore
an executioner's robe
whose waves sung
the pathos of my bid
I followed the ripples
that lured me toward
the door that showed me
the depth to my end
It burst to reveal
a last wish
I enclaved within
the bubble kissed
by the breath that left
none to follow
to the waves that read
my words of sorrow
The last wish
that solemnly said
as the sun sinks
for darkness to rise
as a leaf falls
for autumn to rise
I shed my life
for the rise of me
behold my soul
as a seed to sprout
a blissful rebirth
from my blemished past
Days flew by
the sun reborn
from the womb of darkness
for whom he sank
seasons flew by
the leaves reborn
from the womb of autumn
for whom he fell
but the sea which once
coffined a corpse
failed to leave
an infant reborn
from the waves that struck
the desolate shores
but abandoned a shell
which enclosed within,
the soul of a being
who perished his life
to fulfill a wish
forgotten with time
Feb 6, 2010
Feb 6, 2010 at 5:03 AM UTC
Remember your true calling /
As the susurrant breeze wafts your epidermis /
And the platinum moon glistens /
Atop the clouded expanse of The Cimmerian Skies. /
Know The Transcendental One walks with you /
Forces unseen fight for thee, /
You are enclaved within the omnipresent mist, /
Of Jehovah God, The Most High. /
"But you are 'a chosen race, a royal priesthood, /
A holy nation, a people for special possession, /
That you should declare abroad the excellencies of the One who called you /
Out of darkness into his wonderful light.'" —1st Peter 2: 9 (NWTSE) /
Equip yourselves for your pilgrimage /
Doven divine Aether, /
For strength, wisdom, justice, love, /
Courage, beauty, & indefatigability. /
Your journey is yours & yours alone, /
Walk through the rain unafraid, /
Believe in The Light when Stygian Shadows fall, /
Cleave to The Cosmo-Plexus of Empyreal Love as you effloresce in The Light of The Sun. /
Your testimony is power, /
Your story is a shockwave pulsar through The Ages; /
Therefore, use your promenade down the experiential cascade /
To prepare your souls for eternity. /
(—Se' lah)
Feb 23, 2024
Feb 23, 2024 at 4:46 PM UTC
In a cage locked up
My soul cried out in scorch crup
Imagine the dangers of living without God
Penitentiary enclaved
Money, love couldn't hold me back being enslaved
Ambivalent feelings crossed my next step
I toiled round this invincible cage ill my bones munched death
The thought of death quaked my heart
Stars turned to galaxy of fear
Then God spoke to me outloud
Ain't no cage son; but your hatred, selfishness, anger and resentment for people
My mind coined in perspicuous bitterness
God's mercy broke this cage
And I came out unbelievably highspirited
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 9:35 AM UTC
I must trust that
Every flaw is a blessing
And with each set of imperfections
There will also be a set of advantages,
It’s the process of efflorescence
That creates such a painful dichotomy;
Blossoming is like an upward spiral of refinement
Extricating iniquity, thereby, heralding excellency.
The ego is a feeble sense of self-identification;
Therefore, I must aim higher,
Or aim to fail instead.
If forsooth, I fail to aim,
I will
Inherit
Defeat by default
(Witherance in its wake).
Words become a lost art
In my odyssey; Without integrity,
The highest divine is futility.
Of Truth in this heart of mine
Acquisition always lies in action,
Motion creates energy
And energy is limitlessness
In what it creates & magnetizes.
When the static rises
I will relinquish my fears
Unto the Deific Divine,
All that quakes my heart,
All that thunders,
What Makes this Mind’s Sky tremulous
Shall be purged & undone
By the Holy Dove.
We all become deluged by darkness
& vexation, at these exhalations
Oblivion seems legion,
We lose our ability to hear
The voice within;
Yet, these oracular undulations,
Are our beckoning The Empyrean
For salvation.
Believe in The Arbiter Of Fates,
Fathom that His fatidic waves
Augur redemption to those
Iniquitously ordained; enclaved,
In the Visage of Shadows
You will come to know
The inviolable promise, that sacrosanct oath
Of aeonic, sempiternal, everlasting love.
(Se' lah)
May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 7:11 PM UTC