"immaculacy" poems
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♥ ♥ ♥
Saccharine
kiss, a taste of heav-
en, it's a chef d'eouvre,an ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
exploding fulgent tint• ••of love••
& commitment;, our to\ /ngue limning ela-\\
tion with these lips as ˋ•´canvas, stars detonate\\
lavishing blessing from above to our bona fide\\\
love ethereal emoti- on scintillate from w/in \\
creating a paradigm- of immaculacy of \\\/\\
endearment with an- ....enfolding c- \\\\\/\/ /
ape of assurance it's an e(mpyrean aroma from\//\///\
two seraphic being wit(h ablazing devotion towards//\\\
each other it erected a b(eatific paradise that link two/\\\/\
souls together in love & harmony & while your lips/\\\///
pressed to mine, it also push away all of my/ /\\\////
trepidation & replace.it with prodigious/\____/////
bliss, it colors my coun ,,,___,,,tenance with perfect\\//////
euphoria that spread out to my psyche.oh how heaven\/\/
descended on earth & spiced our lips with its ethereal sa-
vor oh how it birthed wings in our back that allow us to s-
oar high while relishing this very moment oh how it crea-
ted a divine crown to our heads & dressed us with ecclesi-
astical robe that scintillate w/our love as the source of lig-
ht oh how I want the time to cease to eternally feel this--
juncture oh this kiss.oh this kiss,oh how exhilaration do-
minate in me oh this phase with my king,oh how I pray
this to never end a phase that ignore the world & just fo-
*** to each other we |are united)with the )
love of God that bin- |d us toget(\her a love(
that come out from - |our mouth )\and reveal )
it with this kiss, oh t- |he sweetest )\just the sw)
eetest of all, oh i close |these eyes ) \and appre)
ciate each movement |our lips p) \erform o)
h how i love this kiss |oh how i) \w i love)
you my king, you ha- |ve suppl) \emented)
me with all nutrients |that I n) \eeded f)
or survival, your kiss |have s) \ituate)
d me in a bed so dear |surro) \undin)
g yellow flowers that |bloo( \ms i(
n its most ravishing /state,, ) /oh this)
kiss became gleami- /ng sun\ /light th\
that gives us warm- /th, yes \ \ /this sac\ \
charine kiss, a taste of (heaven/ \_\ (en you/ \_\
've let/ \me taste heaven!
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with love <3
© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 6:08 AM UTC
*How I wish to float upon your breast
Soft and placid as a glass lake, windless
Breathless
But to delve into valleys
Unexplored, keeper of buried treasures
I trek throughout, wandering
Aimless deliverance, unspoken promises
Intricacy of intimate embrace
I weave in my fingers, passion
Spill me, leave kisses like ghosts
Translucent memories
Moist with seduction
Delicious droplets of enticement
Proposing infatuation, falling from your lips
Illustrious little allures
Swim through me
Serpentine twisting contours
Wrap me in flesh, consumption
Stares, to reiterate a longing
Convey this truthfulness
Honeyed words of desire
Think not to deny yourself this moment
Make love to white whispers
Embedded in the mouth of temptation
Take no responsibility
Let movement be freely expressed
Body caressed
Comforting red embers
Of lustful flame
Spin tales of time and tryst
Inhale the sweeter aromas
Entwine with immaculacy
Reciprocate sensuality, a pair
Two
Two with a twist
And many other turns*
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 7:38 PM UTC
As a chain fence protects a herd of cattle from the wind,
You protect me from the falsehood of life.
With my trust in your palm,
you willingly lead me into the safety of peril.
For my head upon your shoulder,
fits like an agonizing glove.
The love you possess for me,
is the same love a wife has for her husband’s mistress.
The amiable animosity that you show toward me,
is not deserving.
Your head now rests where my father’s once did,
and my mother’s heart beats as it once did for pure love.
You would know an insignificant amount about purity,
For it was you who corrupted my immaculacy.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC
He is a gentle, lonely man
Looking for love
But willing to accept
company, and comfort.
He is crying alone, now,
In a vast and empty bed
Having said goodbye to another someone
Twelve hours later than advisable.
Those transient lovers
Are always impressed with his beautiful house,
His designer bed, with Harrods sheets
Everything white, and the best of the best.
He tells them he's an architect, and it shows
In the immaculacy,
But last night he took home a builder
To ***** and rumple those pristine sheets,
And he wished for an excuse to knock through the walls
And tear it all down,
So he could keep him, to rebuild.
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 6:34 AM UTC
Spells of immaculacy,
enamored by divine blasphemy
Oh, the glamour of defeat;
Illuminating my delusional illusions of grandeur.
The facade erected
in the name of my dissonant lunacy -
Replenished to diminish, ease the tension
while I watch the world around me burn
Ascension/
With purification, the nameless and faceless yearning for the knowledge
God blesses upon his prophets
Rather burning in oblivion,
fate earned by blind devotion and faithlessness.
Only time can tell, when shall we
separate ourselves from this abomination?
For only from the ashes of chaos
brings forth the promise of creation -
Salvation bathed in blinding light
Only with open eyes will one see an end
for which there is no sight.
Eradicate your spite
and take a deep look inside yourself
It is only then you will ultimately find
you are the sole Creator,
of your own Paradise, and of your own Hell.
Call this my dissertation
on a nation rife with desensitization.
Certainly plagued by monitors and screens,
can your hear their screams?
Why, but of course not. We fear no evil.
The evil is unseen. -
Lying in wait
behind the prospect of the American Dream.
The interests of the men lurking behind the curtain permeating our everyday ideology -
Lulling ourselves into a false sense of security
Why question such a monumental absurdity?
Too distracted even to leave our homes.
Our minds have been effectively infected and collectively we've turned ourselves into drones.
Reclaim your mind, Or in time you will surely incur horrors I perceive worse than Death;
The beast has swallowed you whole.
Mind only your indulgence of all that is true and you will find that which is eternal bliss.
I'm impatient and far from complacent with a world so blatantly detrimental to itself.
Allow your wisdom to be your might,
lest we continue to arbitrarily pass judgement amongst ourselves.
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 9:12 PM UTC
David peered out the glass
patio door commenting on how
straight and tall the Florida pine tree
bordering our property was
except for the numerous pine needles
and cones burgeoning forth from its branches
it was truly a straight and narrow trunk
Well, I responded, pine represents purity
and immaculacy
I remember my Mom scrubbing
our house with pine-sol
schools and buildings
were also steeped in the
overwhelming scent of
pine
Native Americans believed
allowing pine needles to
brush the crown of the head
cleansed the aura of all negativity
In fact the pineal gland or third eye
of Lord Shiva
is shaped like a tiny pine cone
and harbors the ability to know
the past, present and future
Pine trees are emerald guardians
of the forest
virtuous, protective, refreshing and invigorating
rising in solitary splendor
its lofty height allows a broader view
and larger perspective of things
David and I leaned back on our sofa
the balmy wind
whistling clean and sweet through
the benevolent branches of the
noble pine
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
You are the golden boy,
I, silver.
Your immaculacy is enhanced,
As I stand, downstage/left:
Tarnished.
Trophies are coveted,
Trophies are discarded,
Shiny space-fillers, second place is shame.
I want to be as a child's toy,
torn to shreds with use,
A noble way to go.
You are sanctified, your apotheosis is imminent.
I will stand witness to the fall,
I will stand witness to you.
A one-way ticket to hell, comfortable in a designer handbag.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
Churning violently
Hurricanes rage
and gyrate,
great torrents
of hurdling water and wind.
Volcanoes and their magma plains,
places where the earth’s molten core
shows raw from between
bits of cracked and hardened skin,
reminding us of her birth.
Great patches of forests
sway gently in the breeze
like the crested wave tips
of vast green oceans
rolling over the hills and mountains.
Her oceans themselves
are glittering mirrors
dancing eternally in a world
different from ours,
beyond time, beyond history.
Slabs of frozen ice,
jagged and hardened, white and deep blue,
crumpled like slabs of granite,
they are defeated; they retreat.
Once there was coexistence, beauty,
Contented perfection.
But ever dissatisfied, we must now destroy her.
We seek something better,
Power, Control,
Synthesized immaculacy.
Why?
Why struggle and ruin
When it is everywhere beneath our feet,
Whispering silently
Songs of forgotten majesty.
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 3:44 PM UTC
your intellect stands ahead of your immaculacy
and your heart of diamond
mindset an enigma, a paradox
i sat in the corner, trying to figure you out
physical appearance not lacking in any way,
magnum opus, james dean.
italic my insides rot with the thought of you belonging to her.
you're my favorite variation of reality
my one and only way out of a feverishly clogged society
i'm afraid i threw the tea into the harbor
i ran away with you in my mind
but when i returned, somewhere between comatose and awake
i saw you, and it was like we'd never met.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
Cusp of the great sea
A mighty cliff
Lightening calcified
Strikes into the water
the chaos
the world
washed of sins till it burns the night
with consecrated arrogance
Immaculacy sans remorse
and I
I, on the brink
The stain
look upon the sea
Jun 29, 2012
Jun 29, 2012 at 3:30 PM UTC
You stood up,
Your blazer ironed to immaculacy,
And in the quietest voice I’ve ever heard
Told the Society
That
You
Were
A
Nihilist.
I piped up like a prophet and said
"The only true nihilist
Is a dead one."
I just wanted to speak to you.
God,
I didn’t mean it.
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 7:33 PM UTC
Skinny. Fat.
Tall. Short.
Quiet. Loud.
Sweet. Evil.
Innocent. Monstrosity.
These preconceived notions of who we ought to be. They’re lies and they are circling my brain, running through my veins.
They tell me immaculacy isn’t the way to be. But if I am caressed just one time, the corner on the street is where I should be.
I am just shy of 100 pounds, my body screams anorexic and you all point and gasp. But a mere one hundred twenty five makes me obese.
They tell me to be myself and exclaim that I shall not be judged. I wear my tall socks, skirts, beanies, sneakers; the things I picked out but then I have no style, I am just an ugly freak.
I keep my lips sealed in class, I am afraid of the judgemental looks and comments I may get. I keep to myself but to them I am a loner, just a freak. But if I talk too much, If I speak a subtly sentence I am annoying and highly obnoxious.
I am told I do not need make up but when I don’t wear any people say I look different. More tired like, practically sickly. If I do wear makeup I look like a cake face, fake but in an odd way slightly more beautiful. More respectful.
Societies one you can not please. If you listen or you don’t, you are always doing something wrong. Do you. Who cares about the rest. You’ll never be who they want you to be.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 9:20 AM UTC
Why
Do my fingers
Find its way
To grasp pens and scribble
Endless adjectives on paper
Until I drain the ink out
And fill all my notebooks with lead
Striving to describe your immaculacy?
Why
Do my fingers
Run their tips across
The keyboard of letters
Pressing out the syllables
Forming verbs and nouns
Struggling to define how much of my heart you hold?
Why
Does my heart
Find harmony in wasting my time
Pondering, writing, loving, day dreaming
The perfection you have become?
Why
Is only all I ever asked myself
But I have never wondered;
How I manage to make the simplest of words
Sound so exquisite
Whenever my hands
Scribble and scribble endlessly
About you
Forever asking the Why’s
And never asking the How’s
The How’s that prove
My own worth along with yours
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 3:58 AM UTC
Like pearls,
Like glass;
A shining immaculacy
bereft of the past.
With an infinite capacity,
The vessel holds the soul,
And two parts become whole.
Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 11:54 PM UTC