"foresake" poems
Something familiar ive never seen before.
Beats the doubt of me.
In a shape of a gun
In a mili wink of duration
Pulls
And guts.
Its what you spoke
Not everything that shines is gold
In the minimum intention
I foresake the days of luxury
And withdrew
In a blow of a kiss.
My energy could never
Illustrate the thoughts of
What you mean to me
In its emense originality.
swiver and chiver
Deeper and deeper…
Your hands, lips and eyes
Skin, scent and taste
Danced for the last time
In my brain.
I’m venom
With a Montague name.
Opposing…
Tender
Undeserved miracle.
Created by everything I’m not
Precious and out of this dimenstion.
You are
You are.
Aug 4, 2012
Aug 4, 2012 at 12:25 PM UTC
And the God of gods seperated a Spirit from Himself and created in it beauty.
He gave to it the lightness of the breeze at dawn an the fragrance of the flowers of the field and the softness of moonlight.
Then He gave to it a cup of joy, saying:
"You shall drink and of it except that you forget the Past and heed not the Future."
And He gave to it a cup of sadness, saying: "You shall drink and know therefrom the meaning of life's rejoicing."
Then He put therein a Love that would foresake it with the first sigh of satisfaction; and Sweetness that would go out therefrom with the first word uttered.
And He caused to descend upon it knowledge fron the heaven's to guide it in the way of Truth.
And plantedin its depths Sight, that it might see the unseen.
Therein He created Feeling to flow with images and phantom forms;
And clothed it with a garment of Yearning woven by angels from rainbow strands.
In it He did put the darkness of Confusion, which is Light's image.
And the God took fire from Wrath's furnace, and a Wind from the deseert of Ignorance, and Sand from the saeashore of Selfishness, and Earth from beneath the feet of the ages, and He created man.
He gave to him unseeing Force to rise up in fury with madness and subside before lust.
And God of gods smiled and wept and knew a Love boundless and without limit, and He mated Man with his Spirit.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
I quiver til I shake,
I tremble,
But won't break,
When approaching you.
My heart, I won't foresake,
You'll not know my mistake,
Although my ground will quake,
When I'm nearing you.
You see, I will retake
The joys, not my heartache,
The day I drive the stake
Deep inside of you;
And finish building the fence
To separate we two.
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 10:33 AM UTC
Lost in those brown eyes
That smile at me
As your vise like grip of love
Clenches upon my heart
Ice cold fingers digging in
Burning in a flameless fire
Forbidden desires
Consume me
Body yearns
For a demons touch
Heart aches
Desires foresake
The unrelenting pain
Of a souls lust
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 4:19 PM UTC
It's intricating, to trace back the evolution of my faith.
It was a journey with undefined beginning and unknown roots.
How wonderful, to speculate over metamorphosis of your soul,
to observe paths you've taken and places you've abandoned.
First, i was quite amateur, thought faith was a sign of weakness.
Some portrayed a believer in God as fearful person, running for cover.
Next, i was indifferent, chose not to care.
Faith was a ****** territory for me, that i've never dared to explore.
Then, suddenly, it stroke me like a lighting in a sunny day.
I've become passionate and devoted.
Subscribed ardently to every sign of divine and life became vexingly complicated.
Every event, every word was a source of confusion.
So i indulged myself in science,
became suspicious of religion and rituals.
Was confident that truth can be reached by senses.
I thought about omniscience of progress,
but lately have come to know, that however i try, logic is an infinite loop that will keep me curious but never satisfied.
I've realised, that Faith is an unconditional belief. One, that Bill Graham had when walking into the bush and contemplating about Bible.
He thought, man can't decide on authencity of scripture, he should just believe in it.
So i did.
I said, whatever comes i'll be humble, whenever uncertain i'll follow the rules.
You know what Niebuhr said about love, that if you value the result you'll never get to truth. You'll be free when you foresake desire, when disinterestedness becomes your realm. When you loose your face, forget grace, detach from everything, that you used to praise.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 3:18 AM UTC