"faultier" poems
I knew this man because I was this man
So it must be said; I was this man because I knew this man
And never did I faultier when he reached with his trusting hand
Bound by intent, his grip stowed the tension of promise and fruition
His is a lifetime laden with the cogs of internal creation
This is the summons, the congenial placement of his offer
Beckoning the self to again be rendered upon the plane of the psychotropic wood
Through this sanctified exchange the divergent union assumes singular being
A spiral of fleeting connectivity, lapsing as the hesitant tide breaks upon neither shore nor sea
So the invitation reciprocates moment to moment by way of residual eternity
The soul twists and skips in both agony and ecstasy
Bearing a jagged tolerance for lingering wait and the flash of re-entry
Thus begun my endless stroll within the confinement of mind
I am birthed each day anew in the cradling mist blanketing the forest floor
With shy eyes one surrenders to this emergent rim
Sentenced to wake beneath the towering monoliths, the fossil redwoods
Who lull my attentive ear with the ambient groans of their interned memory
Joined in chorus only by the hushed breathe of the creborus crows
These birds, these deities hung inverted from gray and rotted limbs
Whispering their imbuement to the aggregate dirge of pardon
This is the swallowing of supposed sensory
Set in impetus, this final paradigm may forever possess the gift of awareness.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 8:21 PM UTC
this is death
this is the black
of the black and white
this is the sound after the last song
this is the racetrack after the racers have left
this is the pencil resting next to a finished
masterpiece
this is your feet
this is your hand
this is your sweat
this is your face
this is your tired rest
this is your comforting grasp
this is your release
this is you
this is a book sealed shut with the eons of never being opened
this is a mind sealed shut with the steel locks keeping the eons
out
this is you in your greatest moment
this is you in your worst moment
you’ve already done the best thing in your life
you did it yesterday as you sat on the toilet,
or as you laid in bed sick,
or you read a book,
or you kept a secret,
or you told a secret
you will never be as good as you were a moment ago
and this will continue for the entirety of your life
but you never faultier
you well never fail
you will grow greater and greater every minute
even as your better self slips away into the past
this is your feet worn to the bone
this is your hand dirtied with time
this is your sweat hot with your effort
this is your face smiling in regret
this is the bird flying home to its nest
this is the car that drives past an accident
this is the artist laughing for the first time
in years
this is the white
of the black and white
this is life
Mar 28, 2011
Mar 28, 2011 at 2:58 PM UTC
As so much as water can preserve and fire to hide
Water when acting to decide, to melt the world and overrun the sea
As can it be
That fire wipes away what little remains of truth
Water can Indeed keep against the lengths of time.
But stay clear of too much water dear
For as much as you fear the fire, you may faultier
Would you rather burn or drown
I think I have still yet to decide what better plight to descend from the sky
Better yet to speak in tongues and wrap twisted knots inside my head
To ask such silly questions that thus only beg more questions
©Jessica Stull
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 12:29 AM UTC
Your a virus
Afraid of the dark
And I Ecclesiophobia
With no name for a
saint
Your much more at fault
Each time you make me fall
You hold me in quill like
the ink of a scholar
When more holy than
the blood of a martyr
When I faultier
through the Nile
In exile
With you
As we both
Lead astray
Each forgetting
Only
Essence is everlasting
As the sun
To moon
Beyond time
What matters not
To you
But I
Forged in thought
As you forgot
Season snared setting
your own trap
Left me
to thurst a bodkin
into my head
without hurting
left
For dead
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC
Though the fog of war rolls in,
Rotating gears do not faultier
Driven by men fueled with sin,
See the fate you had bought her.
Canons bang and rockets roar,
Throughout war zones of the mind.
Those who fall sleep evermore,
Gripped by metal's ever bind.
Alas, the men do pile,
Never fearing your tight grasp.
Can you end this ****** trial?
Listen to the horrid gasp.
See what misery you caused!
Oh leader of holy laws!
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
You hear sounds arising?
Those screams from the ******
Are their calls surprising?
For this is your land.
Oh, faultier great demon,
Disguised by warm flesh.
Sent to hell's warmer sun,
I will learn to mesh.
Thrashed about by others,
Your face attracts all eyes.
Every one a lover,
Drunken by your lies.
Your servant I shall be
Waiting on hand and knee.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC