"guiless" poems
Little small hands
Little small feet
What beauty lies
So hidden beneath
A child's reach
Should always be met
But an adults
Why?
After all it's just grief
It's easier to hold a grudge
Then to take a little peek
Even when small hidden souls
Have much to teach
But it's the guiless blinder
You choose to keep
That way you can escape
The blame that you breached
For so selfish is the way
Of this so called life
When you think nothing
Of a life you didn't care to reach
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 4:00 AM UTC
You wait for nothing. Patient
like the prairie enduring the burning.
I could be you.
You
could be me.
I practice the burbling gurgle
I'll use in my senility
dream of warm sheets
wet with my own *****
Your stillness has already encompassed
my penultimate fervor.
Schizophreniacs often rhyme
because they have the time.
A dime used to buy a line
from me to you
but you don't answer the phone anymore
so I don't think I'll call.
Hard work accomplished your Nirvana.
Your casual grace sanctifies the electrodes,
you become guiless God of the wires
and I race with myself
trying to catch up to my own possibilities.
It just comes naturally to some.
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 3:24 PM UTC
As the borderline turns to Darvaza crater,
Flaming the fuming fueds,ashes flying away,
Lit ablaze are the souls of saviours with no deter;
Firing away vigour, vaporizing wonted bravery into the wick of this universe..
Little did they know that fuel inside the lantern was indeed rising up to illuminate the darkness that's perverse;
Back home love yearns, Care wanders,
meekly afloat, adrift to reach out the fallen.. Yet respectful honor prevails to veil
The luminous eyes, tormented cheeks,
Weak lined lips, trembling jaws, quivering voice of sullen..
The entire world pays thier respect, celebrates the martyrdom..
While they are caught in a stillness
A conflict of defeat and pride..
Chaos of doom and bugle of knight..
They remain the chosen ones,
Fighting fearlessly, winning vehemently,
Living grandeur of guiless life gallantly..
This righteous spirit seized me,
helplessly tethered mind becomes free,
To look up to to the sky and find them shine brightly against all odds..
smiling in their pain as though,feeling no vain..
Time to put cowardice under pyre,
Remind how the consequences can be dire,
Staying true to our essence of humanity
Make them surrender to hue of
conviction in fatality..
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 1:05 PM UTC