"encodes" poems
To be born, is to emerge as a soul within a verse
existing through eyes, ears, nose, and feelers.
Persistent as the bindweed thriving in a blind spot
and the rat-fleas riding around in the cellar.
All life contains this soul, it’s in; the drumming and the drift,
the way one shifts to their feet when battling the throes,
and the persistence of plague, which
encodes each cell with a rhythm and a role.
To drown in a river is to **** that portion of the river’s soul,
as there is no way; no lungs, no mouth
to resuscitate waters that can no longer flow.
The soul needs a body to show; the body needs a soul to breathe out
to be re-born, is to re-exist in recurse of a soul already given,
that is, unless, the soul has already been driven out.
S.L. Weisend- 2014
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 2:36 AM UTC
Only my heart could tell
What my face could not express
Though,I smile as if at ease
But only my heart could tell
That truly I miss you so often
Often
As my heart beats,
It plays a blues encodes
With passion
Its rhymes you could hear
And slowly dance together with my heart
Although,
The lip expresses a happy face
But deep down my heart
I'm hanging..
Its like suicide....
Yet,I'm not dead...
This distance is becoming unbearable,
To see you becomes my dream
As long as my eyes re shut
And my fantasizes
Even when they re widely apart
I tell you again,
Only my heart can express this feeling,
The feelings the face can not tell
The light of my Hope seems burning out
My faith diminishing...
But with Love I believe
Its liquids will regenerate it
That long lost hope...
Will burn again
Ravishing us and tighting our bonds
And together I believe we will walk through this
Because,
All will share is true Love
And true love,I believe
Live happily ever after.....
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 7:30 AM UTC
So the Datamaster encodes the Fray
And tried to submit those Terms with you Two
What once his Morphing Body by Sons decay
Threw the Keys to Salt the Sugar in you
So why do you think I try to avoid
That Swollen Army grossed to Petition
And signed, perkept, smiles the Avenging Void
Then pins it neatly in Recognition
You're not alone, Madam, for it to Stop
Which I too want to end this Currency
Tell him now! His Black Shy Trumpet a-top
Will finally hand this Insolvency.
I try to avoid it; You know I do
I only just wish you do your Part too.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 11:40 PM UTC
Whilst licking the salt from the niche
betwixt thumb and index
my eyes tilt into
your mutually skewed gaze
Your tongue grazes
your fleshy recess in unison.
Escapade gleaned
From occipital across
somatic plane
Wanton brow flourish
signs antic invitation
Insistence consortia encodes
in labyrinthine circling hips
Rushing urgency surges in acknowledged wake
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 8:31 PM UTC
*Night falls through a brooding glass
Owls carries the fear of the day through an eerie sight
Moon shines on and consoles the forgotten souls
A Wolf howls from a Fearful hill
The night takes its form and structure
Ends and a new day begins*
*A child is born and cries, he begins to die as each day fades
Setting sun fades into* COSMIC DEPTHS *to rise again
Sky turns from grey to silver, then black, then silver again
DNA encodes within a man to start another clone of his Father
Heart beats over and over again
Yet the heart gets the smallest amount of blood
All these
Ends and a new life begins*
*Birds tweet away the night's sorrow at dawn
Rain cascades and falls on Earth's landscape, as it romances the air and kiss the window pane
Families on sundays visit St Patrick's Cathedral and pray to God
As they did four years ago and still do concurrently
Women go naked to feed their damaged ego
The little children watch them on TV and go with the pace
Evil Fathers behind close doors
Romance their little daughters
And shut their mouth by threatening them with the knife
While Mothers pray and intercedes for the world on bended knees
While the moon hides and shy away from earth's darkness
While no* STARS GUIDE AN EVIL NIGHT
All these too ends and begins in a never ending stream of continuity as long as we have breath
ENDS AND BEGINS
EVNA-LUNA©
2016
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
Green grass decoding
shapes of flowers
it seems there's only
sakura
in the parcel
of time
a gardener
encodes time into petals
and gives them to trees
a planter
planting grains of words
and fragrance of dew
into the fleeting
sand of time.
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 10:38 PM UTC