"frangible" poems
Starting from the Euphrates
wayfinding a trail toward Babylonia
to divert her waters
mapping her ancient towers
her eyes
her desires
her pudendum
egressing out of the bitter river
surrounding her temple
until enlightenment
glisters betwixt the frangible pages of her
Dialogue of Pessimism:
~
*"Who is so tall as to ascend to heaven?
Who is so broad as to encompass the entire world?"*
~
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 10:17 PM UTC
I do believe that, people's
breaking moments aren't spectacles,
to be watched like carousels in a carnival,
not free for all(s).....like publc seesaws
anyone rides....sees what comes and goes
my folks' words play in my mind, like a spell
"don't let your eyes stay wet too long, they swell,
one day, those tears will make you unconquerable
your fences and walls ultimately become impregnable."
...but.......there's a truth that's unavoidable
there're days when we're not that invincible
::::::::
sometimes, we melt, we flow
hurt by people's deeds, we don't even know
why.....the days, at times, become too cold,
confusing...other times, painfully bold
we break, we droop............we fall
we realize...we can't always be that tall
::::::::
we become...........frangible
just as breakable
just as fragile
as porcelain
......................................
because
we're human.
Sally
© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
August 8, 2017
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 5:16 PM UTC
The rain falls,
Endlessly tumbling from frangible wisps of love.
Each droplet touches my bare skin with delicacy,
Pirouetting as they engulf the intricate curves of my naked figure.
I dance in the downpour,
Absorbing the joy as I watch the sorrow deliquesce.
It is beautiful.
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
Polished stone in gray-hued splendor
I see you seeing me
The real me
Beyond the facade
Through the masks
Can you see me seeing you
Behind your pain
Steeped in love
Truth hurts
So they say
But it's lies we tell ourselves
That gouge the deepest souls
Show me what you will
I will see what I will see
Baby steps to normalcy
Or giant leaps toward love
Fear tempered loneliness
Joy casts no shadows
In eyes of burning smoke
Pure light
In darkness breaks
No
Darkness breaks
In pure light
Why must one break another
I am fragile, cracked
Will you break my darkness
I am void
The absolute absence
Can your light
Penetrate the power of nothing
Why must one break another
Why must we torture
Those who won't shatter
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 10:25 PM UTC
Robes torn, her side was shown,
glowing red, nearing dusk,
primal intentions were aloof,
her minds eye was on the creature that we derive,
from, always reaching for the sun;
never finding just what she wants,
her hand reaches out in lust.
The robe slides down,
frangible, tangible,
her hair covers just the tips now,
silhouetting and mystifying,
men fray from even trying,
but the luscious fruit is worth the stretch,
not that of hers but the ones they lacked,
so Adam and Eve succumbed and never looked back,
the sun of the primitive one would crash,
a title wave hit all consciousness,
they lay in knowledge, the fruit had been snatched.
She sits naked, a lioness,
golden hair streaming in the wind,
lips plump, made of crimson,
wanting to trust,
but now she had her pride to defend;
knowedlge also brought shame,
good and evil begin:
in a bag of conceptions,
tied to a rock, thrown in humankind,
insofar as to drown them,
as it does feeble minds.
I rhyme, knowledge is power—
a word to the wise,
that and be humble,
and then man may survive.
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 7:52 PM UTC
Sky
Why do you cry
With rain as your tears
Is it because no one is near?
While you have infinity
To dwell on your supposed divinity
We dither and eventually wither
Or leave even faster, with an unexpected slither
So far away
With no one to play
It's no wonder you're sad
I'd be mad
To be left all alone
For all of time on the cosmic throne
Creating, destroying, smashing atoms together
Is it your way of making tethers?
To something more tangible
But these are also frangible
Eventually breaking apart
Like the Pillars of Creation, dying of a broken heart
Hit with a supernova, the Pillars fell
To be a nursery for baby stars, they were compelled
One cosmic child grew up and died
While committing matricide
Made from cloud-like collections of celestial gases
Stars are formed, and live, but some of the more massive
Explode, destroying, including the Pillars
Who died after having raised a killer
Sky
Don't cry
It's not your fault
To be trapped like you are, left in a vault
All of your immortality
Can be used to observe our fragility
We are paper in the storm
But you will be forever warm
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC
it seems (you are the earth( or moon(or le cauchemar)))
or the feint colours dappled frangible scents on the palette
of dawn. so frolics snow spark's dangerous horrors
flitting stubborn ardor. promise the womb a flavor
chocolate coffee stars shivering heaps of organized
thighs. and the cellos beautiful staccato green is pouring
out of the harbor of the lushes. bathing sense in amber
confusion. an avenue Railroad in a downtown sea
married. salty breathes the ocean sighing at the hip
glasses nose perched. trying to retain the raiment
of depth yet shallow beyond comparison. little bits of
fRench and jazz to impress upon the waiting minds
a sense of culture. college bound legs painted cargo
sheets. they act like they
know.
Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 1:46 PM UTC
What its like to be a segment of salacious commodity ?
OH YOU! beautiful fragment of fabricated chimera :
enclosed ! trapped !
inside these avaricious periphery of pseudo rim..
The frangible bedizen of synthetic praxises..
What is the sentiment of being a trade off legacy ?
while the legitimate corroboration of the quid pro quo cant be found:
yet to this lethal covenant of undesired commingle you are to be bound..
For have they hold the confinement
so do they decide the Nemesis:
To succumb your esse to the dread of
your ultimating youthful ****** pulp.
And just like a marionette..
there are thee:
concurring to cede for the felicity of those progenitors..
Immolating your notions and aspirations.
vanquished by the fidelity..
Just to commence the relinquish.
Just to cease the sentient.
Oh YOU!!
Just .another ...abiding flesh .
Just. Another....forlorn bride.
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 9:30 AM UTC
each night
i dream of you
the way your fingertips
dance so gently across my skin
a warm breath on my neck
rendering my frame to tremble with delight
enthralling my frangible spirit
by the mere sight of your diamond eyes
the saccharine taste of honey
dripping from the lips you press to mine
the things i would do
to finally be with you
Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 2:27 AM UTC
Frangible fairy wings, I'm sensible.
Your following triad keeping you at bay.
I'm the Seraph you seek, lighting your heart,
Return to the source, Your celestial sphere.
Always infinite in your awakening. You are a Cherubim.
It's time, Awake.
Sep 16, 2011
Sep 16, 2011 at 7:11 PM UTC
Spindly supports elevate
Its be speckled body while thread
Outpours from the spiders portly
Frame. Swarms of prey
Bolt as the spider moves
Lethargically, still full from
Its earlier meal.
Thread ensnares the
Frangible flies in their
Cowering conglomeration.
One by one they are
Picked like daisies
On a school field,
Leaving the spider to sit
Back, content with his
Play for the day.
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 12:53 PM UTC
*
Our LOVE isn't a simple thread
That connects YOU and me
We are not connected at birth
Yet there is a LOVE cord
That only we know and feel
This LOVE cord nourishes our LOVE
Right from the start since
Our soul-LOVE connect happened
Our LOVE cord has
Tied our hearts together
With strings of heart-beats
The strength of our LOVE cord
Can't be compared with
A family, or a friend
Brother, sister, twins
Father-daughter, mother-son
Or any other relationship
Yet our LOVE-cord is much beyond
Every known relationships
It can't be destroyed
Nor can it be denied
This LOVE cord
withstands all tests of time
Seasons all brutal weathers and
is in-frangible than diamonds
Carrying the weight of 1000 galaxies
It ages with grace & matures with class
Illuminates our heart and glorifies our soul
Even if we are 1000 miles away
Our LOVE-cord keeps us connected...
Becoming our life-line of HOPE & LOVE
In a way that even death
Can't **** our LOVE-cord
Let us thank Nature's fate for
Connecting us by an invisible
Umbilical Cord of LOVE
*
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 12:01 AM UTC
early morning thoughts
are blended with
murmurations of dream residue
the hard reality of my wheels on the road
is questioned by
frangible doubts of which is which
the fancies and specters of last night
are still in mind
along with getting-ready logistics
rude reality versus reluctance to focus
subconscious freedoms versus routine rigor
riding my bike too soon from sleep and
I just don't wanna know any more
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 3:21 AM UTC
i will die.
and when i do,
i will still carry your
burden,
your resentment
and
your cruelty. That'll never leave me,
like the scars that imprinted
themselves into my body,
making a home in this frangible pale skin.
You
marking it vigorously
and demandingly,
like how i used to
like it.
When the darkness
starts to overthrow the remaining light in
my sight,
I
hope that you'll be the last person
I
could catch a glimpse of before i start to
peel and bleed.
The pain,
the anguish
and
the ghastly,
quickly ****** everything into me,
and i'll undoubtedly let them control
my conscience
and destroy the tiny bit of self-awareness that was hanging at the edge of
my uncertainties.
this time,
the time that i'll die,
i'll bring the iniquitous and vile you to the grave.
the you that i had loved
and adored
and cherished
ever so dearly than my own life.
i'll die with them,
and you'll stay here,
with the ****
and the restless
and the stupid
and the cowards.
and all that's left of you, is the you whose no's are extinct,
whose consciousness' unadulterated,
and the you whose love i never witnessed.
and this time, the time that i'll die, it'll be your death too,
the very moment that your purity cracks, and corrupted by them,
you'd finally understand.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 7:11 AM UTC
It starts with a frown,
she and I ー a discovery.
Every exchange after, found
with more frowns and
peeking teeth.
Strange, this feeling ー
you desiderate
and envy,
but it finds you only
if you'll look away.
It latches and bubbles:
*Of cool raindrops on concrete pavements,
bare feet and no umbrellas allowed.*
So like the rain, I dive.
Inimitable; Intrepid.
What is poison
if the antidote is held?
Why fear the fall
when such heights are reached?
But dear Assuagement of the dive,
meet the pavement of life.
The miasmic tension
and
polar principles
and
frangible hearts
reduced to glass shards-
and feet still bare.
The once melodic hums
now tearing sounds
that pierce and vilify
reason.
The once curious frowns
now baring fangs
that warp and end
beauty.
If only I knew...
Oh dear poisonous nectar,
please,
cure and claim my fate.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 8:33 PM UTC
theorizes, surmises, realizes, outlandish notions
manifesting gibberish inside frangible egghead,
especially when attempting tip ply words struggling
to describe abstract whims fed
by fancy, groovy, heady indefinable
mind boggling ideas they weigh like a led
zeppelin inside gray matter squeezed
to the max like a sponge dark red
when saturated with near incomprehensible
thought processes that attempt to shed
light on cosmic principles, yet lack
mathematical familiarization wed
did with advanced studies in astrophysics (trace
sing pinball erratic mental reverberations
leaves me stupefied) about mysteries of space
time continuum, quantum mechanics,
and even how my existence came about
since the presence of human race
whereat random
evolutionary circumstances took place
on planet (un) fit Earth analogous
to skien woven of sateen lace
via some invisible hand weaving
world wide webbed warp and sub woof
fur wrought primordial miracles
ranked (within schema by human primates)
as zen amazingly grace
full promenade,
per multivarious species, now one Janus face
sing self destruction duet hoo
weapons of mass destruction can erase
entire range comprising terresrial biota
unable to escape original weeknd update
with Jane Curtain, and Chevy Chase,
and according to Stephen Hawking the base
sic global web spun via **** Sapiens
will lose role as topdog
ousted from twittering, spotifying reddit queue
over stayed plenti potentiary pinnacle,
oracle outlook netzero for mankind as ace
forced to relinguish role,
sans self anointed supreme beast
(what a beauty this bipedal hominid),
whose surging population didst increased
the process toward total vaporous xfinity zapped –
frankly tubby sub letted and leased
to another organism
not needing tubby policed.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC
when he comes back to life
his first thought
is his first
and when
while sitting beside the bathroom sink
instinctually shaking a pregnancy stick
he hears from an air vent what I would call
a frangible keening
he stands on the toilet
and chokes himself, his creamy hands
playing gentle theatrics
on his baby fat
neck
where I see a mark
as if he's been strangled
by the ghost of a snake
that when still
a snake
slithered
from the ashes
of a tree
the tree
it was made to love
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 1:56 PM UTC