"entombment" poems
Eternity is closed !
- come back another day with
flower smears for eyes and sincere
passion on your
palms (weathered)
I need another Russian Doll -
Princess to frequent curtains
fashioned from fire & lead
equaling out to crimson folds
which mysteriously call to
the mystical hierarchies of
imagination
Silent requirements signal beneath the steps
which welcome
one (a stranger/
an Ibis-Beak cane & dark coat
stamped with August rain)
They arrive unexpectedly, as if to play the game
of cliches, they carry promises fashioned in foreign ports
tapping my knee
instead of my shoulder
having only known or recognized
entombment
(there is no hyperbole which lacks within
Nature's haunted heavens)
My strange visitor leaves / glass umbrella
in hand / to privacy / our brief interaction begins & ends with simple eager undertakings implemented
in the afterword
What is in another's contemplation of me?
whiling in manifest Theosophy -
- Thought form -
Primal child-rage / whisp of violet smoke &
inksplotches abolished, mutually panting.
Our decorated
four-legged hunter
has arisen and impatiently
craves for the Earth to partner at last with
the Sun
..The Sun a blazing dime
I can smell crispness
in the air
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 1:20 AM UTC
The word slithers from your mouth
Arsenic tone reverberating
Jumping on my eardrums and misting the fleshy insides of my skull
Dearest one, though unbeknownst to such a good intentioned heart
You are killing me
You lather onto her shame like oil
In your eyes she shines; epitome of all that you are not
Elusive seductress, skin tasting of intrigue
Entombment of that which lives in the blackest parts of you
Your brown eyes flashing ivy, becoming venomous,
Teeth sinking slowly with each syllable
****
Dearest deer eyes, open up
She dwells in your recesses but in my repressions as well
She is the 6 year old child emanating innocence
Closing her eyes to the fact that some parts may only be visible in the presence of Mama and Dr. Mallon
Mistaking foul play for dreams
She is the 13 year old not yet skinned of her baby fat
Caressed like the infant she most certainly is not
Lips glued with guilt and naivety
My dear, dear friend, please
You are killing me
The 16 year old girl whimpering no
Pomegranate lips pressed to the underside of Narcissus' hand
The other digging in between quivering thighs
***** you sigh
They're pathetic really
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 9:38 PM UTC
“Why seek the Living One among the dead?“
asked angels to a few who‘d watched the Lord
be crucified—His blood and life outpoured,
“He is not here! He‘s risen as He said!“
In days before these women wept in grief
as Jesus‘ lifeless body, wrapped in shroud,
lay buried, guarded, sealed from Paschal crowd,
but by God‘s plan entombment would be brief!
His slaying served full payment for the debt
incurred against Himself by mankind‘s sin.
His raising proved His sacrifice the win
to satisfy God‘s wrath, my debts forget!
Because Christ Jesus died but ever lives,
the sin of all who trust Him God forgives!
Apr 15, 2022
Apr 15, 2022 at 4:42 PM UTC
caged bird - is starring into the horizon
dreaming of the touch of the luminous sun
a wingless creature,
terrified her prison will be swept away into a cruel, humid coffin
...how high
can a mockingbird fly?
in twilight hush's, a silhouette's hasty and restless strides, do not want to stop.
the girl is darting to her death as if there was an expiration date - only that she set it for herself
she walks the line where the shadows close
her eyes scanned the surroundings, weary of undesired company
the place is empty and she resolutely starts taking her steps with more urgency
....how high
can a mockingbird fly?
in the cage, a feather departed on the vexing floor
the puppeteer toying with the girl's body is moving her ahead to the guardrails
a futile endeavour is made to drift away by the bird
now she is not a bird, but collapsed heap of flesh and breakables bones
....how high
can a mockingbird fly?
a jelly leg is now levitating above the edge, bleeding finger tips have asked the waves crashed on the shore, to seal a forbidden agreement
she s promised they will be at their highest when she is ready to let go and later be entombment
....how high
can a mockingbird fly?
Oct 1, 2024
Oct 1, 2024 at 9:43 AM UTC
My arms wrap my body
as if I were a mummy
and in the way that mummy's are stiff,
so to my paralyzed carcass,
a living entombment of wishes
that wither by noon
then baled into flop sweat shivers
for the wet wash cloth
of the next day's care giver.
Aug 25, 2012
Aug 25, 2012 at 3:51 PM UTC
One last breath
is all I'll need,
before I can find myself complete
One last step
is all I'll take,
before I find myself awake again
Why do my dreams torment me so?
my grasp is slipping,
I just can't let you go
stop, I can't be alone
Even when you're far gone
and I'm lost in solitude once more,
your ghost will always haunt me
with the thought of what once was,
its for the rest of time
your shadow will linger beside mine
Time is all I have left;
death parallels certainty,
and I know it will cross our paths
With one last breath,
and one last step,
time has run out,
I have nothing left
with one swift kiss
and one last goodbye,
I drift away,
and fade into the night...
Is this our conclusion?
Staring at this illusion,
we find union in seclusion
we'll be one in entombment
we're both bound to this forever endeavor;
we'll rot in the ground together,
forever and ever
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 8:29 PM UTC
My dear damsel of glaciers and scuttling roaches
In Andean splendor you startle my heart.
Still seeking a summit, your coldness reproaches;
So little I know you – in whole or in part.
Now that winter recedes as the springtime encroaches
Envision a greening of sorcery’s art.
Lighten up, dark enchantress of icy approaches;
I hope and I pray global warming may start…
Does another bad sonnet addressed to her highness
Allow for a thaw to begin in her soul?
Get over your winter of taciturn shyness!
Or is frozen entombment your element, witch?
This old necrophile waits for a smile (or a twitch).
Hell, I’d marry your corpse – but mere friendship’s my goal.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
Resilience and fluidity
Dynamics and opportunity
Creations deal with scrutiny
Be it a pattern institutionally
It seems as though I’ve crossed my eyes
I’m seeing double in the rise
An overlapping look back, a recap
Into the process of reaction
Taking and making this enlightenment be deliberate action
Thought before movement
Yet the hand strikes before the words come to mind
Death before entombment
Yet the execution happens once I’m buried alive
Bombastic exoneration for an innocent man
Glory given entitlement in the palm of the next hand
Dysfunctional psychology followed because it sounded just right
Tainted cosmology because the stars are out of sight
Bless androgyny while you say there aren’t enough wars to fight
Put it all in a blender
Dao of the contender
Going on a ******
Fix the resolution while the answer is rendered
Corner the pretender
Return to sender
Don’t miss the splendor
Got a different diet so I have to change the vendor
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 1:07 PM UTC
They say I slept like
I was in a shallow grave,
Still warm, but rigid.
eyes glazed over..
I tried to wake myself up,
But as I looked down,
Chills evaporated through me.
I slept like death, my pillow
A grave stone of dreams.
Tucked in beneath the
Shallow entombment
of slumber.
Yet, upon my resurrection,
I feel like I’d never even
Sewn my eyes shut.
As sunlight seers my retina.
I walk into the light, dead on my feet..
Jun 12, 2025
Jun 12, 2025 at 6:34 PM UTC
Obscurity is woven
on our soles.
But when we
sleep,
darkness's entombment
enshrouds us all.
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 8:33 AM UTC