"ensouled" poems
The crochet needles are stuck
in my teeth.
The hooks settle in my throat,
dripping with
saliva and *****
The calendar winds its way
through the winter months,
and it is still winter,
but it has been hot like spring(s).
The crochet lingers.
The white thread
consumes.
I love you, but that is all I ever say
anymore.
I miss you.
The blood drips down the alley
and God smokes a Cuban.
Death laughs. Death reds. Death dog.
Death to the death-heart, the dead-heart;
and I will ensnare your---
I will ensoul and be ensouled
because I am God.
I am God smoking a Cuban.
The wedding bells get caught
in the cilia,
and they are frozen.
I am deaf. I am death I am God without a Cuban cigar.
I'm sorry as I pick the dirt
from my fingernailed coffin tomb.
The abort-fetus clings to your ******
You love your ******
I never really liked mine.
The crochet grids lie in
woven embroidery dreams,
hot as fever,
cold as the call of the void.
Jump. Jump.
It is not autumn here.
But here, see, I'm sorry.
Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 4:47 PM UTC
I just want you. You are my thoughts, my dreams, my voice. Leading me from the Hell of this lifeless world into a Heaven that is underneath you; you take my body and erase my mind and fill it with you. I just want to run to you. I worship only you, my Dionysus. Only with you can I shake off this rust and be human. You are my Savior.
You have ensouled me...
Let me cradle you in my skin. Let my darkness overcome your light and fill you with a devotion that rivals the Angels in their love for their God. Be devoted to me: let me be the only one in your sight, in your body. Give me your essence. Dream only of me, letting me be your Haven and Harbor. Think of me as the Light At the Otherside of the Shore. Melt into me.
We are Concordia. We share life only when our mouths touch: only inhale when I exhale and only exhale when I inhale...
Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 9:27 AM UTC
drowning in toxic blends
girl I'm spinning on you
knowing how it's going to end
it ain't nothing new
to the dungeons I descend
where every dream is tossed
the smoke so thick within
over years the yearning lost
waiting to be ensouled
to be me ain't whole
in the darkest light
black dress in the night
too blind to see through
I can barely see you
waiting to be ensouled
still waiting to be ensouled
doll you have that gaze
but my look is long and cold
the desolation daze
the confinement where I hole
set in my singular ways
I'm not a free soul
a prisoner within me lays
your hand too soft to hold
waiting to be ensouled
...
listening to the blues
hey babe close your eyes
and the sound soothes
I tell you forgiving lies
"it don't matter, ain't no use"
while my hope dies
it's darkness that I choose
chained in shackles and agonized
waiting to be ensouled
...
-Sam@082618
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC
*The Moonlit Aethers bleed Titanium Rays
As mine Forlorn Eyes
Saunter thine Porcelain Skin:
Platinum Matriarch upon Swarthy Expanse reigns
Azure Luminaries cascade
Upon The Forested Glades of my Airy Soulwaves.
Ensorcelled is that Sylvan Shrine,
The Reliquary of the Starry Wish.
(O, that
Loveless Blight
might cease)
I Besought the Firmaments
From Dusk to Dawn
Lamenting in Dirge
Of the
Revenant Skies;
Eons transcended yet no hand to hold
The Benediction of Romance
An Ephemeral Throne.
The Pandemonium corporealizes
Wraiths in my mind;
(Perdition is Thew
The
Poltergeist's Might)
Ivory Visage of the Impearled
Hallows my Spirit
Quells the Abyss.
The Thew of Deities
Purged from my veins
Quaking my quintessence,
I fathomed
I was naught.
A mere figment,
An existential vagary:
~BUT NOW I SEE
We are
All
But a
Dream
Clinging yearningly
to the
Promise of Hope
(The Covenant of Ensouled Dust)
Groping for Eternity, Memory, and the Lightwaves
To be
Vested in our pulse;
For Corporeality;
Ascendency
To the Chrysalis of The Astral,
The Cradle of Cosmogenesis:
Our Cosmos,
Our Zephyr,
Our Magma,
Our Torrent,
Our Tremor,
Our Thunderclap,
Our Time,
Our Space,
Our Nexus to Efflorescence,
Our Incorporeal Sublimity~
I shall surrender to
Providence of the Supernal
His Empyrean Wings
(An Impregnable Aegis)
A Strewn Vestige once was I
But the Somnolent Beloved was roused
Whence I glimpsed into thine eyes.
The Vagrant Loveless is resurrected
Reawakened as a Doughty Knight
Warring against sequestration
(Until by Nirvana)
Abeyance devours this blight.
~Dream
You starry-eyed wayfarers,
Surrender sovereignty to credence
When Star-crossed
Conspire against the Fates
For when Elysium
Is your Beloved
The Ancient of Yore
Shall lead you nebulous streams
To the Holy Oracle
Prophesying the fulfillment
Of your Intemerate Hope
(For Love, myriads doven the skies)
Please Believe,
Just,
Believe in me.~*
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 3:02 PM UTC
Pixelated war in my fleshy brain
This world is real
As real as this unicorn
Ensouled to this
I will stay here instead
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 1:04 PM UTC