"essense" poems
The church field trip led to the most beautiful presence,
The elegance protrude by the sweet scent.
I dared not moved so hastily,
I dared not the red!
Glanced by the peripheral eye lids,
The red beckoned the thumping beats within my chest!
A visual decor permeates from the illuminating of the perfect circle,
And my inner most demon want to ravage it!
I wanted to devour every essense of the crescent,
Becoming one with red.
I slightly move forward so no eyes may pry onto my movement,
Like an orchestra moved to one trumpet to a violin scurry along.
Finally came side by side of the precious glimmer of the curves,
And moved my hand to palm the red's grace on the tilt of it's end.
I open wide to cusp my mouth to bite deep into it's brilliance,
In my teeth feeling the liquid and crunchy of it's body!
Sour taste of salt expand a vigor of darkness cover my mouth,
I look at the apple's plate beneath me read " Ida Red!"
Water upon my eyes,
No longer can chew any further,
I simply shallowed the chunk in my throat!
"Your elegance beckon me red, but in the end, you have seduced me to bitterness!"
I dared, Idared, ida red!
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 10:09 PM UTC
What I miss mostabout New Yorkis pizzawarm, melty, tangy cheesewith **** tomato essense dripping out of the sideand the garlic! i could ward worse than vampires away with it!Don't get me wrongthere is pizza in ScotlandBut it just isn't the same as pizza from New York
Feb 26, 2010
Feb 26, 2010 at 1:00 PM UTC
Its always in goodbye we taste what is the essense of that scar called love.
Pain in nature and no words can capture remorse as well as a milepost in a reaview of thought.
It was there we togather once called home now like a tombstone it stands a marker of what was never to be.
Fracture of heart and bitterness my seal.
Im the leftovers of another we can cleanse this logic or simply say ***** it all and regress.
Forever a lie to the young and a curse to the old.
Has it burned this earth and killed me to all that dare to know
what I could never explain.?
A dance of years now a thought no drug has yet to erase.
Pills aside your drug was the best poisen ive known even with another I
know paradise was a cancer ive long since left behind yet a simple moment can make me slide
into a vice that will see me fall for the last time till next.
Im the clown that circus left behind.
Now a skeleton for home I ask why leaving takes a milestone and emptyness a downpour
as my desert has long stayed dry.
Read the riddle like a oinion pealed only more layers remain.
hell has welcome thought for ive found more toture here.
Voices haunt my thoughts as emptyness thrives inmy existance.
Its has misreble as when we knew each others love please drown so I can
breath life into this wornout frame one last time.
Winter's chill reminds me of what we never had yet again.
People often question what has no meaning to begin with.
As for me I avoid its poisen a scared child hidden in shadow of a
lesser man.
Nothing stands as a reminder of pages wasted in promise of a day that never came.
Sometimes I view that place were we were more than a bad memory and a traggic vice.
Sometimes I yern only for end to what has never been allowed to begin.
The worst prison of all is the mind.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 2:04 PM UTC
My lady is immortal and shines only for me
Setting waves in motion so that I may hear the sea
With skin a white as milk that is mine to behold
And eyes that shine brighter than both diamond and gold
Her ambience inspires those whose love has come and gone
The streaks of sultry melodies create a secound dawn
And I will look upon her sillouette with unfaltering, desiring eyes
As she reaches for me every single night and carries me up high
My lady's essense walks upon the solitary shore
Her hair of silver, so long and silken, that flows forever more
She sips dreams from her teacup and plays amongst the stars
But always keeps in my sight to she show she strays not far
Oh illustrious siren of destiny, look at your lover and smile
Realize he looks to you to carry him through Heaven's aisle
And with the kiss you lay upon my cheeks each solitary night
I dream of you on glowing shores in palaces of white
Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 11:25 AM UTC
Tell me love,what I must do.
I know the landscape in essnce
I am no pretender.
Inspiration then perspiration
A torrid sweat as the tempo. Rises BUT...
Allow me to speak your
name in fervent whisper
Again and again.
Permit me to traverse your mind
As your sensuous body follows.
I am there. Now here now all places at once
Seeking. Seeking
The small of your back
I am listening as your breathing hastens then slacks.
Feeling as your body shudders. Reaches and entwines.
Allow me access ever so gently.
Tasting. Savouring the hollows and curves
The recesses. The tactile mounds the essense of you.
Dam this poem is making my hands shake.
We are molded skin to skin now. A rythym.
Hot . A dance. Stay with me darling this is nirvana.
Where do I end and you begin.
One.
I feel your desire your wanting to peak.but slow now soft now
The moment awaits still. We will batter the gates stil and come rushing
To ****** As one. Stay. Slow .soft.
Here and now my darling. Hold tight as we soar my love
Over the falls we go to wash in a tide of release.
Yes. Yes.
We are there.
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
My head in riddles,
poisonous snakes latch onto every thought,
every feeling, leeching out every essense of
purity until I'm left dry in thrist.
I feel the pressure of the acids pulsating through
every nerve of my living body, slowly torturing,
paralyzing me from the inside out.
But I can still feel the dim flicker of light,
the one feeling, the strongest of them all,
hidden the deep in the caverns of my exsistence.
I will crawl with my fingernails, with every
last breath to reach this light.
I will bleed before I allow myself to become
paraslysed into darkness.
These devious creeping shadows will be cast out,
the abundance of light will take over, I will be free.
I am ready to step into self liberation.
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 8:29 PM UTC
HEY YO! Buck this Point and Coolie-Toned Swag
Despite the Jew's Hands were you born and raised
That Point be proofed where Rage indeed a Fad
As any Male Sapling begs to be Praised
Which is fine, common, and much into Tune
That in you split-cells for a Difference
Still - shoulder-up - cool Blessings into Boon
That Loving Charm - SPEAK! Your Verse in Essense
Yet, donned and bound by this Measuring Tape
Etched in Base Values which marked your Define
Was a Seedling to Grow; Then check your nape
To relieve most Life's Agues by your consign.
Such was you then. Now Best in Fashion's wear
Speak the word SUAVE. From Innocence you tear.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 7:25 AM UTC
Dear Lord, I am here on my knees, crying,
For I have strayed and my faith is dying;
Holy Shepard, guide me back to God's route;
Make me pure and cleanse me as I cry out:
Come, Lord Jesus, Come!
Lord, I undress my sinful soul to you;
I bare it all, everything's in your view;
And I feel your merciful eyes on me,
I get closer to you and say with glee:
Come, Lord Jesus, Come!
Dear Lord, I can feel your holy presence;
In your embrace, I can taste your essense;
I can feel your passion, your fire, your heat;
And on this night I joyfully repeat:
Come, Lord Jesus, Come!
Lord, I worship your body and kiss your feet;
Our hearts come together and share one beat;
You opened me and entered me with love,
And to this blessed act I shout up above:
Come, Lord Jesus, Come!
Dear Lord, you cleanse me and ****** out my sin!
You penetrate my soul and place God in!
You reach to the darkest regions of me,
And instill the comfort of Christianity:
Come, Lord Jesus, Come!
Lord, you erase all my mistakes and woes;
I can feel your power from my head to toes;
Like a white horse, you are pure and perfect;
As you work your miracle, I loudly inject:
Come, Lord Jesus, Come!
Dear Lord, you release me from damnation,
And pour on me your holy salvation,
And I am again innocent and gay;
And as you depart, I thank you and say:
Come, Lord Jesus, Come!
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 1:23 AM UTC
Radiates over me like
the moon casting a
luminous gleam of light
over our bodies.
Devours my soul like
Hannibal, feasting on his
most lustful,
most passionate
****
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC
We live in lies only to mask are truths.
Passionet moments cant match hours of endless
day's.
Drowning in the ***** and pills to maintain that illusion.
Ive lost the person and gained only a costume.
Oct 23, 2010
Oct 23, 2010 at 10:53 AM UTC
I'm glad that they don't see me much,
'cause they'd blame me for all the sins.
I healed a man with single touch;
They called me witch forever since.
They don't remember countless times
when they got help with no payback.
They hate me after — mind you — once
I forced a man out of my shack
and he went missing. Folks assumed
that witch's the perfect one to blame.
I clearly pictured me entombed
as they were screaming like insane
to **** me, break my house down.
As if that drunckard on his pat
could not get lost in swamp and drown
while running scared by a bat.
Whole town is against me now.
Whole but a lonely little maid.
I think for that i shall endow
her, if she's not afraid.
I'll grant her powers I possess,
No secrets I will left consealed,
She will control this evil place
And hopefully, it will be healed.
Those people's hatred gave a birth
to evil essense in this land.
Without my kin it will unearth,
Against its wrath they won't withstand...
But I will leave this cursed lands.
I'll be accused for curse as well,
as noone here understands:
I did not cast, I curbed that spell...
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC
Is what I search for
that elusive door to freedom
to escape these demons that came
as a result of war
or do I search for that door
that will let love find me again
and is it a word, a truth, or a question,
or nothing much the reason
that I keep writing riddles and rhymes
and will I learn its essense in time.
Meanwhile the words
keep coming throughout the years
mixed with tears
and with them come recognized fears
but perhaps one day
peace and love will come back to me
and I will be done
as I wipe the tears away
and arise to see another
day.
So much loss and too much pain
and all I really want
is for it to go away
so I continue my search
for that revolving door as I crawl
through the losses and pain
trying to score that big gain
knowing that change is evident
and I will never be the
same.
Will I ever really know
whether that one happy moment of love
and the joy of breathing
and smelling the fresh air
is worth all of the suffering
and the effort that it implies
and I think of the days
when love was alive but now
I search for that revolving door
to get another breath of fresh air
as the words run through
.my mind.
It may be that I was just
on the wrong path
and that there is a corner that needs
to be turned and it will teach us
that we can still fly
and soar in the heavens above
and show us that we can
still love.
So I spend my time searching
for that one missing part
and perhaps one day
it will come back to me and bring
that missing and quiet piece
and meanwhile my words
are written seeking a beauty
only the moon knows.
So I still look for that door
amongst the darkness of my
own troubled mind
while living in seclusion and trapped
in illusion as I scale the walls of my mind
searching for those things
I can't seem to find.
I will escape from
this awful place but for now
I keep searching for that invisible door
knowing that if life was easy
where would all of the
adventures be? Jon York 2012
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 2:55 AM UTC
if one day i decide to walk away please dont ask me to stay.
Dont tell me everythings going to be ok,
dont tell me you love me,
dont tell me im crazy.
Dont be sad, just look away.
dont pray, just let the memory of me fade away.
please just move on,
dont listen to our song.
dont ever for once blame yourself,
I am a grenade.
just let my essense fade,
im long gone.
I was never yours to keep,
a wise man once said you know its yours when you lose it and it comes back.
but im not coming back,
i lack the strength,
to own up to my mistakes.
I cant even stand to look at your face,
even though in the end of this hamartia we call love,
I will always adore you..
the only thing left to say is,
im sorry for leaving you in such dismay,
but youll be ok.
lesson learned,
this is why you never fall sad writers like me,
we always walk away leaving you in pain,
then end up writing about the shame
-psm
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 1:49 PM UTC
A summer breeze a cricket sings
The tree's leaves rustle softly
A gentle hint of a birds coo
A melody so beautiful to me
To walk through the tall grass
Sun shining warm on my back
Bare feet making no sound
Freedom only breathes in these moments
The smell of rough earth
Mingles with the perfume of the rose
And gentle hints of crushed grass
The essense of my home
I get lost in my love
I hear a quiet melody
That turns to my own symphony
My feet move on their own
I spin, I fall, I laugh
Spirit soaring
Into the clouds
Aug 12, 2012
Aug 12, 2012 at 6:27 PM UTC
Ambient voices lurk upon the tip of the ears,
As the ruffling of the leaves become faint and dull!
Shaken by those voices clamor your essense to a vilified characters,
And those sound intensified by the roaring thunder they seem to pound like war drums.
As the heavens shed it's tears to calm all senses to a full moon,
One can only indulge in the simple act of nature to light sound of rain drops to sleep.
Do we become the persona others echo,
And does one escape to runaway from energy of darkness?
It is a destined war to meet the oppositioned in battlefield,
And then you ask yourself if you are the truthful conviction of good?
The innocence isn't so much the victor of the scenario,
But the reflective nature to do the right things.
Those loud voices spilled the vile tongue of characters uncleansed,
And the dirt seem to gravitate the bubble you once protected your essense.
You try to rub off the dead skin that sicken your persona,
But seemed fatal attraction and unwelcomed maul of voices protrude.
Tremored hands can't seem to stop,
But the heart had seized it's pulse,
And looked to the self in the mirror no more.
Gasp to get some air in the drowning ocean,
As the weight of the back become stronger,
And reach out the arm to brace upon the nearest shore.
Everything must stay silent,
And then ask am I good enough?
The eternal struggle to find the person on the lake is a journey,
But one can't runaway forever from their own shadow,
Because the shadow will follow you for good.
Once you realize the reflection is your's
It is too silly to have ever feared it.
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC
Wish for your eyes to see indeed
breathlessly wishing deep inside
your love needs you ,she needs you around here longer.
but you are already half dead and the other half in a coma
doctor says it could last a day, maybe two
or even a decade.
i still need you, without you love
life essense is spiceless
i need a re-incarnation!
faith is the remaining gut
left when all hopes are excercised.
one more redemption, the only chance to life again!
i desire for you life again, not so much to seek a second chance.
for you this cup kindly pass over,
Christ also resisted with an agonizing plea at calvary
one more prayer need answered
in this heavens today
darkness!!!! we lost him
pim pim pim pim and steadily the beeps rise
the heart rate monitor regains a steady pulse
its a re-incarnation!
breath taking deep inside, i recount
God answers prayers one moment in time sometime
when we so badly make the call.
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 11:54 PM UTC
Retinues of scholars and sages,
United in ages of our personal cages.
Desire to eclipse our wages linked in our pages, but always looking our worth in numerical gauges.
Truly the painful retrospect quantified aroma that arousal the mind in spiral, and the very essense of black hole is true chaos in it's definition of creation in us.
As I stand to breathe for a moment, I look to see that it haven't even been started, and what little composure that exist in me dissipated the foundation of a cup that cracked.
Gaspe to grasp that it is ticking, and the sensation of lagging is more apparent with each passing day.
Maybe if I close my eyes, maybe I can rejuvenate to start again, or wake from this dream.
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 10:16 PM UTC
We think the world is full of endless flight,
With sunlight that comes each morning true,
But pages of the words we write our lives upon,
Soon have an ending that will come with night.
Each moment, as we savor all its essense in,
Comes soft or sometimes like a rushing crowd,
We try like mad to assemble all these thoughts,
But some get lost along life's lonesome highway road.
Who dares to want to live forever?
Who wants to believe forever?
What makes this passing life so ever sweet,
Is the beginning, middle, and end forever.
To want our souls to live beyond our earthly gates,
So human in its humaness, we can't deny it so,
That how we watch the clock tick tock away the day,
We truly know that nothing once can be eternal here.
We want to have our cake and eat it, too,
But when the Maker comes, our time is through,
Do not feed fear when this time swiftly comes,
For it is nature's course to take this path.
Who dares to want to live forever?
Who wants to believe forever?
What makes this passing life so ever sweet,
Is the beginning, middle, and the end forever.
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 1:51 PM UTC
The Camargue River Delta does bleed
South of Libertie's Crimson Trident Tongue
Reaching out to all those Fishes in-need
Though absent they are as Toxined become
Maybe Moses his Conjured Plague forgot
This Harrowing Effect crept from the Nile
Much of Life's Salted Earth; And Reeds begot
Purchase those Benefits and heal the Bile
Yet many these avid Tourists attract
How their Lives by Essense would oxidise
Thus cause such Colour; And reveal the Fact
Their Crypted Emotions must Realise.
Still those Tiny Feet run; And cheer the Sea
Touch Sole-to-Sole; And dissolve their Plights be.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 3:57 PM UTC
i.
O' mine filipino beloved.
How mine heart aches, and these bones shaketh without thine essense of interweb hug's;
Mine tear's, there hath been plenty.Without the sound of thy voice, mine ears hast been itchy.
ii.
When I layeth down to slumber mine dear.
Just knoweth i cut and print out thy picture's- plastered them to mine wall, to feeleth thou were near;
For if it takes a whilst to seeith thee again mine pet,
Please knoweth again we shalt be one abode, an amour' we shant forget.
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ~filipino rose~
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC
If your poor like me,
Your flesh is gonna be burned
And added to the pollution problem,
And our smoke will rise
And be added with said skies,
Should I romanticise
Your body's burning a bit?
OK:
You shall join former skies
Like a mist of your essense,
Your embers will burn forever
Until they fall back from the waves
Of winds that have carried those before
You, and those that have yet
To join you.
And if you have enough money
Your get a proper burial
And get seen by many people you
Really weren't close to any more,
Those who already became cadavers
Long ago in your heart,
They walk with other corpses
That never penetrated your true self.
And $5000 in a plot of dirt,
Your picture on a slab of marble,
A song sung awkward by some
Niece or nephew,
Tears for the day,
And your body cannot rejoin the
Earth because the coffin
Isnt bio degradable.
Its just your body,
But the soul is finally free
From the riff raff of the flesh.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 2:51 PM UTC
In Wonder much your Sore Barrels invade
From Whirlycoxed Dames do Insure your Vote
Or Bribes the Fortunate Rascals evade
Saw no other Buttons to Press your Note
So Truth bends the very Patron decide
Carry on the Labours of your Booned Mass
Though Protests trim for another Subscribe
Let all Porned Bobbies allow you to Pass
That your Room - now a Museum convert
Never which Knowing which Prudent Tile step
Then again - as rugged as Granite your Shirt
Stain its Ghostly Essense on your Precept.
Would there be News? Doubt to my Knowledge based
My Cheques duly Crossed and left to Moons chased.
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
The golden moon was halo cast,
As it rose above the trees.
You walked me silently, by your side,
We were caressed by scented breeze.
The silver rays beamed down on us,
Tranquility ruled this eve.
Night birds sang their soulful tune,
In magic, we could believe.
Stars were diamonds in our sky,
On ebony they dwelt.
Crowning Heaven in the night,
This awe on Earth we felt.
Fireflies were as pixies float.
This dream that was so real.
Fantasies raced the forest green,
The essense of loving thrill.
Peace reigned true, this velvet night.
You held me captive with blue eyes.
That bound me to you for all time,
You reduced me down to sighs.
Deb Nixon
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 10:06 PM UTC
in the taste of my
freshly brewed green tea,
is the essense
of the leaftip,
struggling,
to catch the rays
of the life giving sun.
is the strength,
of flexible twig and wood,
able to bend and sway,
with the winds, that sweep across the terraced, mountains.
is the tenacity,
of the roots that
holdfast to the
mother earth,
from which it grows
is the fragrance
of all things green
and verdant,
taking breath and life
from the skies
in the taste
of my green tea,
freshly brewed
is the gift of life
given, by
the warmth
of the sun's rays shining.
in the pale green
of the liquid....
there is much
to be given...
and,
gratefully recieved,
on a cold winter's
morning
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 7:30 PM UTC