"hereon" poems
crazy idea, silly notion,
then again,
come back, circle around,
why not, you ask yourself
now prior to posting hereon,
every word with extra care reviewed
sharing, checking in
with my beloveds,
here, those gone/disappeared
telling myself
telling anyone,
talking to you
letting you know
my grace, your grace,
one and the same,
my face, your face,
my child, my son
know you're
checking in,
checking out,
the comings,
the goings,
knowing full and well,
I see you,
my face, your face
everywhere and everyday
our conversation never ending,
look for me here,
at the intersection
of memory and what's up,
you see my messages,
responding in a thousand
different ways,
our dialogue unending,
formally organized
Face to Facebook,
your face, my Facebook
my child, my son
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 6:34 AM UTC
LOVE, HATE, WISDOM, FEAR, WEALTH… KEYS MANY ARE TO LIFE IT’S SAID
NONE IN BIRTH IS AFRAID,WISE,HATEFUL,GREEDY,NONE SHALL BE SO IN DEATH.
LIFE! ITS A NOW,A PRESENT CONTINUOUS,DIES HERE THE PAST,A FUTURE BORN
NOW,A SUM TOTAL OF PAST,FUTURE AN EQUATION INEXORABLE FROM HEREON.
FUTILE IS FUTURE MIRRORING PAST, AWARENESS MY PRIMER FOR A CHANGE FAST.
WHEN ALIVE ARE HEARTS PUMPING,WHY ARE MINDS AND SOULS DEAD BARREN?
ISN'T HEART THE GOOD EARTH ALWAYS AND MIND THE TREE WISE OF BANYAN?
I RID THE DISCONNECT, BY GRACE, HAVE A MINDFUL HEART, A HEARTFELT MIND!
LIVING THE STAID REALITY OF LIFE, LOVING, HATING, THINKING, BEING WISE,FOOLISH
KILLING, FORGIVING, PHILOSOPHICAL IN A CRUELLY KIND WORLD OF PARADOX.
IS THERE A REALITY DEVOID, OF LIFE AND DEATH, LOVE AND HATE, GOD AND RELIGION,
OR TRUTHS,LIES, TIME-SPACE,SOUNDS AND SILENCE,EQUANIMOUS PEACE AT WAR?
IS IT JUST A PLAY, OF THE MIND AND HEART, DESIRE AND POWER,BONDAGE UNREAL?
GOOD VERSUS EVIL?
I LIVE BY THE HEART,IT DOES STOP AND THE MIND,OH DOES IT ROT!
UNFEELING HEARTS AND UNTHINKING MINDS, THESE BARRIERS SLOWLY I CROSS,
BEYOND IS THE BEING, THE EXISTING, INCAPABLE OF THE UNREAL, DIVINELY AFAR,
A VOID SURREAL,UNFEELING YET KIND SOMEHOW, UNLOVING YET CARING SOMEHOW
UNSAD, UNJOYOUS, UNAFRAID, UNWORLDLY...ATTRIBUTES NONE AT ALL! UNBEING??
I KNOW NOT IF IT’S GOOD OR EVIL, IS JUST UNBEING,UNAFFECTED BETTER SOMEHOW?
IS THE FREE UNBEING THERE,JUST TOTALLY BEING HERE?! BACK TO A REALITY RELATIVE!
GREYS ARE MANY, IF DARK BE HATE AND BE LIGHT LOVE, MID-GREY IS THE WORLD, HOPE CAN MOVE!
FROM THE MOUNTAINS DOWN I CLIMB, JUST, WITH PRECIOUS BAGGAGE, UNPACKED TO MAKE SENSE,
OF THE REAL IN THE UNREAL,THIS ONE WORLD IN INFINITY, WITH ITS ANGELS AND DEMONS,
I CHOOSE TO LIVE WITH REALITY; AND UNRAVEL JUSTLY; ELSE IT COMES LIVES WITH ME ANYWAYS!
OR IS IT ALL JUST INEVITABLY INEXORABLE, JUST A HERMITS DESTINY?!
May 25, 2012
May 25, 2012 at 3:18 AM UTC
Today you were waiting for Serendipity
out on the corner of some street
which shall remain nameless hereon
because it doesn’t matter.
that’s not the point.
the point is, you waited there
all day.
the point is
at dusk you called me
to ask
if I’d roll by
to make it happen.
but
I am not Serendipity
that woman you so longed for,
with breezy golden hair
and charmed green eyes and
her arms dangling gracefully
with no thought given
and no ***** wasted.
I am not Serendipity
with her good fortune
and sunny days.
I am not Serendipity.
I am a planned vacation
with a hiking backpack
full of good intentions
and good will
and good humour
and when it rains
(and it will rain)
let’s go out and dance
and call this our fortune.
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 10:33 PM UTC
"It has been weeks, since our last discourse,
The sound of muttered sketch;
Rain-burnt,stained, and course... They are,
So lively, so weighed, and rich...
These pale yellow long faces,
‘fore lamp lit well traces,
seem rigid...Unlike my fingertips...
How the days still pass, so right here on course,
Like a steady pool in stream,
Of all our thoughts; our solemn oughts’,
of what might, and should have been.
And do you know?
O' what do you know?
of when darkness settles in...
There are from the edges of a turning page,
A distant woe and dew,
Of the mornings when, our nights grew thin,
And my thoughts would be of you!
O' dare I how, do dare I speak,
of songs that sound of you...
From far away, O' dare I say,
these times were so but few...
I'd linger in rhyme,
In meadows of chime,
In Arts, in words,and songs,
Of revolt and freedom..
Of satire and reason,
On dance, on tempo and cue..
But none of them dear,
I solemnly hear,
Do sing my old nightmares adieu ...
But O' do they pry,
My heart for goodbye,
And for parting hereon forgo,
Where there is no reason,
For heartache or treason,
To devil with hearts on in on toe..
So 'wards them sea chamber,
To see mine own paper,
Wet soaked to marrow and stone...
How waters would carry,
The heartaches we'd bury,
To surface, when all else is gone.."
A.r. Bazian
May 18th, 2014
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 4:07 AM UTC
Live, love, day to day
Dreams come, never fade
Wishes seem to say
I will find you soon
Hereon and herein
Never gone, never been
Devout to find you in
Silver hued, shining moon
Each touch thus wished for
Loving you all the more
Toujours rechercher l'amour
Jusqu'à ce qu'un bonjour, comment allez-vous
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 12:20 PM UTC
All social commentary (warning)
from this author from now on
is sent without any commentary from
the editors
here at me.
All, from hereon out, are not to be the editor's responsibility,
and the entire staff here at me, comment, his are not my words or meanings.
The words of word are his and since the editors
are drunk as me and ****** up as I (if not more)
I am including this, and
as you see,
this is
the result.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 1:51 AM UTC
My dream was to ship my relation to the mark on the map.
Unimaginable when my treasure; Cleo, marked our love as Anthony.
A relationship of lush, love and power.
Heavy drinkers just for fun, we called ourselves "livers".
Your liver collapsed by the poison caused by our lavish lifestyle.
Our power together was unbeatable but failed miserable when you made my heart stop beating.
But our love was forever so you decided to meet me in the life hereon after.
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 5:56 AM UTC
*Like a candle, I wilt
In the darkness, I mope
Is this what they called guilt
If so, why there's no rope
It never crossed my mind
What are you thinking of
Cause I know I'm not blind
And surely not that tough
Along came apathy
Just killed my interest
Seems like serendipity
Left me hanging at rest
When hope's evanescing
Like grandpa's memory
I prayed for a blessing
Save my epitome
Seconds,hours,days,months abate
I'd chosen to move on
No need to complicate
Despair needs to be gone
All this came to an end
When I heard a laughter
My distress starts to mend
I seek hereon after
What I sought was beauty
Just simply breath taking
With respect, she's worthy
I knew she's my blessing
My heart told me something
That I'm ready to love
For me she's everything
Sent from God above
At last, the time came
We met each other
I got to know her name
And we got together
From thereon after
So blithe goes my heart
I do vow to love her
'Till death do us part*
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 11:36 PM UTC
Someone once told me that I am a slow song starting to accelerate.
At Larghissio, I have a calm demeanor.
Not the calm of a warm sunny day.
But a somber calm where I slowly slit a person's throat whilst listening to classical music.
Grave is where things gets mixed with feelings but where I refused to acknowledge it.
The trend today is dead inside.
But hey, the shade my mother threw at me about my grades during dinner is at the back of my head.
Largo is a little dangerous.
My father is trying to communicate to the four-year-old little girl that was swallowed down along with his drugs.
I am no longer dead inside when I acknowledge that it's wrong.
Adagietto is a fancy word.
So is dementia.
Now, it's harder to stand in front of the grandfather who can't remember me.
Hurt is an emotion.
Andante means I am hurt.
With hurt, I think one loses rationale.
Moderato is for moderate.
But, at moderato, hurt has led me to my anxiety cabin.
Hereon, the walls I have created around me becomes a physical embodiment when all I do is stay in my room.
I want to slow down the pace.
But now, I am starting to hear more than one song.
Some of it, I am singing on my own.
All of it, at Allegro.
My blanket was my hero at Allegro.
I named it 'Depression' and I wore it all the time to cover my ears.
As for rationale, there being none, I found myself and all my songs at Vivace.
The most vivid was my mothers'.
She'd often peek through my walls.
Sing a heavy metal song about my disobedience of wearing depression.
When she got tired, she'd stop singing.
Now, I am left with my songs at Allegro and the distant voice of my grandfather who sings for himself at Larghissio.
The more I try to grasp the lullaby of my grandfather, the faster my songs rise to Vivace.
I am strong but not strong enough to sing multiple songs at Vivace.
Respectively, often these days, I fear that all of my songs would abruptly stop at Presto.
But, on most days, I think about falling back to the next song on your playlist, and it doesn't matter at what tempo.
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 5:25 AM UTC
It's slowly dwindling away
Crumbling into pieces
That can never be repaired
Breaking down to the point
Of no return
I'm loosing it
The ability to feel
To give in to my emotions
Its as if my sanity
Slowly sinks into oblivion
I used to have them
Feelings of joy
Of sadness and pain
Of anger and lust
Or even love
But as the days pass by
And age catches up
My heart begins to harden
To feel as cold as ice
Like I'm barely even alive
I was once a young boy
With eyes full of dreams
And a heart full of courage
An unwaivering mindset
To take the world head on
But Reality was cruel
I kept searching for happiness
But all it gave was pain
And as I succumbed to endless pain
I started to not care at all
Years passed by and yet
I still struggle in the pain
I still endure the bitterness
Stuck on my mouth
As if it were candies
Soon after I'm left here
Wanting to feel again
Wanting my chest to swell
With anger or excitement
I don't even care which
I just want to start feeling again
For time to move from hereon
To exist again in this timeline
To love and lose once more
To experience emotions like so
They still evade me though
The feelings that once coloured
The corners of my heart
And graced the different periods
Of my rollercoaster life
Someday I may lose it all
The emotions that once
Made me feel alive
I'm a dead man walking right now
Just waiting for the final execution
I hope someone intervenes
I hope that phone call comes
The call thats saves me from
This endless pit I don't want to go to
An emotionless and dull damnation
Because I don't wanna lose it all
I just want to feel that I exist
And that I am worth something
That I am worth saving
And I deserve to be alive even as the mess I truly am
I simply want to feel again..
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC
All alone, thy soul shall this accept, 'mid gloomy concepts of the tombs of the dead -none, of many, to meddle in thy secret hour in depth: be silent in such aloneness which is not quite a loneliness -for then the phantoms of the perished who walked in pilgrimage near to thee are nearer to thee in death; and the will of these, the inheritors of this mass, shall thine own will surpass.
The nighttide-tho cloudless-shall scowl, and the eyne of the sky shalt not look down, from the great heaven's with a beacon like Desire to mortals upon the ground: but their red pyre with ire, to thy fatigue shall seem more than some blazing fire, a delirium, which could adhere to thee hereon and forever -an enigma to confound.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
Disparate and disturbed,
Spectre ********** remains perturbed,
Suiting shadows for whom it serves,
Mannerisms and gestures well-rehearsed,
Reading off of scripted words,
Scratch at it to only make it worse
Drinking dreams so undeserved,
Thirst for you became submerged,
Breathing deeply breathes you cursed,
Now you are all my worldly worth,
I do no justice and I’m not the first,
Your King of nothing continually usurped
Wildly weeping on howling stairs,
Beasts snipe and snap with scowling stares,
Paws and claws clasp until you’re theirs,
Spurned by burning glares,
Wounded walk back into nowhere,
Stuck nowhere and I will meet you there
Falling fast past faces purged,
Passions passing with every urge,
Diverge from deviance coerced,
Facing forward in reverse,
Extrovert implodes many deaths traversed,
***** voices miming truths well-versed
Just a regular spanner in the works,
Those that have never really ever worked,
Who I was, if only who I still were,
Scrawling all these rambling words,
A many a sorry but just one please in manner,
How I loved her and then lost her does not matter,
Nor the madness that steadily got madder,
Not the sadness that plunged to depths only getting sadder,
Whereon one constructed such a depressing manor,
Thereon lived with my now imaginary lover,,
Hereon to break apart and slowly gather,
Myself together to make my white flag banner,
My long lost apology to Anna
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC
I've seen us at our best.
We've been through what I know is our worst.
We've seen the best of each other,
and got hurt by the worst of each of us.
Yet after this all,
I am still in love. :)
Even more than ever.
And I know that from hereon,
there have been lessons learned
which we can use
to deepen our connection more.
It's beautiful, waking up everyday with this realization.
You are always loved, Anne.
Always here,
Your Mims
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 12:31 PM UTC
Whilst in a dark night cemetery
A strange feeling did come over me
Was it illness,a summer chill ?
Or the undead who won't lie still?
An eerie creak,a sudden breeze
Brought a tremor to my knees
I turned and at once did see
A spectral figure come towards me
A body like that of smoke-filled glass
The head a terrifying vision from my past
A man to whom I once did wrong
When my heart was full and strong
I lied and stole his true love away
And left him slowly to decay
With her affections I did you
Until she did herself destroy
One year later, he died too
Of a broken heart, aged 22
And he now mysteriously glides towards me
At midnight in a cemetery
Beside his ignored, unruly plot
What horrifying plan has he got ?
My knees they shake, my eyes do leak
As the phantom began to speak
" Oh you who stole my love away
And mistreated her most every day
Now is your turn to pay the price
And feel your heart turn into ice
I will not drive you to your grave
It is your cold heart that I crave "
His icy hand plunged into my chest
I saw my heart depart from my breast
" You will forever live from hereon
But feelings you will have none "
With that the spectre disappeared
Along with him went my fear
As longer and longer I roam the earth
I realise the phantom's curse
Intolerably my life goes on
But feelings, emotions, I have none
As time goes on, all that I crave
Is the comfort of the grave
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 11:24 AM UTC
i saw you
and pretended like i didn't
went on as if I forgot about you
i haven't
you said that's what you wanted
so you could move on
we don't know each other from hereon
it hurts this is what we've come to
deep down,
we both know we'll always remember
knowing we could have gone further
the same feelings of our goodbye
every time i get another glimpse
of your eyes
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 1:47 PM UTC
Wake up
get up
wash and brush up
make tea and drink up
dress up
and it's downhill
from hereon in.
You've got to play to
be in with a chance to win
or so they say
I'd sooner take a flyer
not buy a
ticket
tell them to stick it
where the sun
don't shine.
I think they manufactured me
in a factory
somewhere in little Italy
and put the wrong language
box in
See
no way on gods earth to win
when you can't even speak
the lingo
and so
wake up
get up
get ready to roll or
be rolled
work until you're old
and die
You've been told
don't ask why
rock bottom isn't so hard
rising above it is
a lot tougher.
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 1:07 AM UTC
When I saw you there,
After so much time,
Standing tall and strong,
Nothing short of divine.
I knew that was it,
I knew I was gone.
I'd fallen so hard,
You have me hereon.
In your arms,
It just feels so right,
When I meet your gaze,
I get lost in that light.
There's something about,
The way that you look,
The way that you smile,
It leaves me shook.
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 8:32 AM UTC