"grievings" poems
in the blinding night
waves are grievings,
my moonlit heart crush,
in the flesh voids
are momentary crashes,
i wait out night in wails,
bereft of you
*and moon is all - the only light,
i face my usurper ghostly white*
waves hit the shore
alone, speechless,
my endless sentences,
waves hit the shore
in solitary crashes,
i serve my time alone,
bereft of you
*and moon is all - the only light,
i face my usurper ghostly white*
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 3:31 AM UTC
Remotely anticipate.
Change the wings that harness flight.
Await the time to answer questions
Of unwanted graveyard spirits
And fate's Underlying disguise.
Slowly visualize the past.
Foresee truth to reckoning.
The slumber's finally been disturbed
To show scenes of passive living
By hampering details of life.
Slowly recall the mourning.
Mend the wings of lost grievings.
Wounds deprive the soul its feelings
And keeps it sacred in its arms
To free the life of empty minds.
Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 6:42 AM UTC
The achingly luminous sun both sets and rises,
gliding through the endless sapphire sky
trailing behind a stream of misfit colors
surpassing and lighting every cloud passed by.
The darkest of clouds are filled with dead dreams,
holding sorrow is what it seems.
But each droplet of pouring rain
is a single thriving dream
falling down to earth's asphalt lanes
nurturing the plants and feeding every stream.
The sky is but a still gray sea.
All of the glorious colors of the universe,
the liveliness of everything be,
are being ****** into each individual rain drop,
in reverse.
In the dusk of the night,
the sun but glances at the moon.
Interchangeably lighting the earth and its sight,
illuminating the magnificent butterflies
as they burst from each cocoon.
What you call night, is someone else's day.
Somewhere perhaps greater,
where the promised lands lay.
On only the rarest of evenings,
the sun and moon meet.
Everyone stops their grievings,
they align perfectly neat.
The world is at a pause.
All of the colors from the world bleed.
Draining from the life and laws,
reaching every seed.
These moments are svelte
and never last
just like the feeling of love I have felt
which always seems be in my past.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
in the blinding night
waves are grievings,
my moonlit heart crush,
in the flesh voids
are momentary crashes,
i wait out night in wails,
bereft of you
*and moon is all - the only light,
i face my ghostly white accuser*
waves hit the shore
alone, speechless,
my endless sentences,
waves hit the shore
in solitary crashes,
i serve my time alone,
bereft of you
*and moon is all - the only light,
i face my ghostly white accuser*
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 10:16 AM UTC
I have survived so long to become part of the infinite
I am a thick of mississippi kudzu reaching into every open corner of this home i have built to decorate its walls with my gracious touch
I will find you under a sky washed in amber and your lips will be plump with the riches of comfort
Strangers become friends and then lovers and return once again to passing faces
Someday we will meet with a quiet collision
Drinking dew from your brow like sweet wine, i will reminisce on the nights i have prayed for your wellness
I sow seeds into the ground for myself and for you so that when we are here we may watch the world spin on the point of a needle and see nothing but the green blur of living
I know you as i always have, the child of my unforgiving kindness
Finding ways to teach you everything i know so we can share this ray of sun above our face and know that it has been a long time coming
My blood is the well from which i have watered my spirit until it has sprung from mortal coils and spread through every ugly thing, collecting as veins do to supply these minds with the thrum of my heart
When my eyes have cleared and it is time for me to introduce myself i will grow into every space i have left just for you
The one i wanted so dearly you will find me when i have stopped searching, and stand in awe of my endless being
I have fallen in love with you with every moment i saw men dancing with their brothers and kissing the earth with their blinding joy
I have fallen in love with you through dying breaths where i begged to be given a sign that this was only first of many grievings
I have fallen in love with this feeling of my own skin holding me together so that i may hold you
I was made to feel this
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 10:23 AM UTC
There was no rapture
No long forsaken greeting
No angel wings upon me
No grave to lay to rest
I met death with no grievings
It’s consummate glare I welcomed
Laid bare in death’s celestial stare
And ultimate homecoming
But in the moment of our union
A flutter, a pausedeath
Had life been worth living?
Of what worth was this breath
This ignited candle
That death’s muttering
so sublimely extinguished
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 8:01 AM UTC
the sorrows of the past
are too heavy for my heart
the grievings of the present
are too wide for my mind
and the uncertainties of the future
are too big for my bones
so i write poems
i write songs
i create stories
that will never be told
because for a brief moment
i make the ugly
stand for its beauty
i make the difficut
strikingly easy
it is all a distraction
of what is going on
of what has been
and of what it will never be
my soul wouldn’t handle
if i gave it some thought
if i actually realized
the size of it all
and somehow
my soul doesn’t fit my body anymore
and i am trapped in a world
staring at what has become unknown
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 6:44 AM UTC