"immutably" poems
I am afraid.
Afraid that I will lose you
To the merciless entropy of the Universe,
Or to the inexorable mystery of God’s plan,
Call it whatever you want, but whatever it is
I am afraid that it will take you from me at any moment,
And that I will be alone again.
I am afraid.
Afraid that every moment with you will be the last,
And our last shared experience will be an insignificant goodbye,
And that will be the last memory I have of you.
That is why I insist on physical contact, because
It reassures me that you’re real and
I am afraid that if I don’t constantly remind myself
I will forget what you felt like,
And then I will forget what we felt like.
I am afraid.
Afraid that I will lose you and not remember you,
That I will feel an unbearable and aching emptiness
And not know why.
I am afraid of fading memories,
As they suggest an essential futility in the beautiful endeavor
That was us.
They suggest that we is incapable of being constant,
That we is merely a rotation of the stone
As it continues its mossless journey to the sea.
I am afraid.
Afraid that in losing we I will lose a part of myself
And remain forever broken and immutably unwhole,
Unable to put myself back together because
My pieces are missing.
I am afraid that we is an essential part of me,
And that I will never recover from the loss.
I am afraid of losing you and afraid of losing me.
I am afraid of being alone and afraid of being broken.
I am afraid that we will lose we and
Then nothing will ever be okay again.
I am afraid.
I am afraid.
I am afraid.
Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 4:50 PM UTC
Fecklessly eremitical
Scholars of sorcery wizened
As a thousand dew drops
Sullenly fall like tears
From furtive circean eyes,
Gnarling pious pyrognomic malevolance
Within the nebulous netherworlds
Salamandrous sanctity
Summonsing the heliacally
Resurgant vaticide from
The pheonixs flames
Newly baptised;
Immutably the darkest
Light that ever shone
Upon halcyon times.
ELEETE J MUIR
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 9:26 AM UTC
immutably so, we continue
ever upward and onward,
we sail in, and back out
and still yet-
Under the facade,
everything's askew.
The news is old
The days fly by
And we continue
ever upward, ever onward
we hold out,
Knowing full well
That that ship has sailed.
in, then back out.
when did everything
once held sacred,
disappear?
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 8:12 PM UTC
the futures always never immediate
imminently futile brief furious
not like fields outward sprawling
instantaneously 'neath an entire
sea of stars faultless unheaving
pastoral breathless catches you
sharply between your *******
quivering elated passing immutably
into dust
(and i just laugh and pull
the finite immeasurable
lust of thy beginning kiss
into a trembling pile of lips,
'
,
,
'
.
Apr 16, 2012
Apr 16, 2012 at 6:46 AM UTC
Through the telephone wire (remember those?)
crawled in an earwig, such a talented insect. He
would take over, chew and choose the words,
words heard or not, from time after, a stranger
called to tell me you were dead. This bug in my ear,
sent by a stranger to allow a coping mechanism in.
That voracious little beetle heard everything since.
What he does not spit out, relayed through pinchers
immutably clamped upon my right eardrum. This
strange and pleasing tic of mine, my earwig
is evolutionary. Something I consider gifted from
Late Triassic period, a time I refuse to remember.
A transmitter and editing device, only letting in
what is endurable, so I need not wrestle with rest.
My happy parasite, working so hard to eliminate
pain of many deaths that came after first one,
all the lovers lost. Pestilence still vibrates
through a tuning fork on back end of bug.
Chaw and discharge, seeping out my ear can
no longer be ignored. No longer holds on.
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC
wherefore are you mover ? (into unbriefest silence
)
and crisp eyes
hard
glassy
body's
, because
strike gold 'tween each
finger paired over the
fragile morn'
, a lot
is sick
pretty
has night colour
from its untimid
shoulders
flayed
so why Stealer
girlsboys
from kissing
?
take immediately into notsavored
forever
could you say perhaps
why struck from
raw untidy
LIFE
,you
Death
immutably
filch
the pollen of young flowers
and the agile stem
crush?
Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 11:28 PM UTC
'sometimes
sometimes"
sometimes i am like
the
crinkled edges immutably
shattered leaves of grass. frail walled
towers quickly evaporated patrons.
i(n the fields comes the pale scythe. call me to
the lady death and number me among her sons.
a new sorrow so ancient unremembered eternal, )
sometimes we are like:
the vein heavy throbbing perfect union of skin
i don't want to leave her naked cradle. basking
in the dew of her impenetrable
somEtimes she is like an ideal
unparalleled goldenbrown olive symphony cascading
rhythm glints onto the sudden gasping heart kiss blessed
cheek i wear worn to her constant lip strokes]
sometimes
sometimes
sometimes i am like the rain
Jun 11, 2010
Jun 11, 2010 at 1:32 AM UTC
The night has nothing to reveal to me
that is more ornate than
the fullness of her moon.
I know the chill that vitiates the warmth
of day, which ne'er
comes too soon.
Freely I feel the glow of that vigilant
orb upon my cheek,
as electric as a storm,
as strong as gravity.
And desolately I lie awake to think of
her watchful ray, lolling then reflecting
upon the face of a pure and docile lake.
That gaper gal dances immutably
as an aftereffect of the glaring
on gentle rhythmic waves,
where winds also turn about and stir
the night clouds that seem to
attract my gaze.
The sparkling stars are opulent
and full of verve and grace.
The croaking frogs are confident
as they move about this place.
And if you listen to the night
-as gently it doth fall-
it will speak to you
in the subtle tones
of crickets chirping loudly,
and owls hooting proudly
while children scuttle home.
Perhaps I dream too much after all...
but I hold high that sentinel moon!
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
I once set down my pen,
and with free fists equipped,
a sword.
Utter savagery and violence,
the mantle I adorned.
It's long been sheathed
but woe is me
the living and the scorned.
Hands forever bloodied,
words immutably,
forlorn.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
The scents of Illness fade again
As godly Schedules run—
Her victor's Streak will be obtained
To blaspheme selfly Funds—
Then She awaits the planning shared
Immutably discreet—
For only apt the Mammal pair
When Intellectually—
Feb 2, 2023
Feb 2, 2023 at 2:34 PM UTC
soot, steam, broken beams
the moon gives off its sickly sheen
Mars and the stars
might make a good team,
but lightyears and time warps are not what they seem
badly behaved scars are finally burning out of fashion;
this sunset-stained skin is just a distraction.
if space is a vacuum,
and devoid of passion,
if violence is golden and we pray for inaction.
then the love you couldn't feel
for the things you had to steal
just wasn't right, and wasn't real.
so bow to the stillness, surrender and kneel;
pretend the darkness if not nipping at your heels,
pretend that you are made
of molten gold and liquid steal.
for your lashes are ashen, your cheeks are charred.
your footprints are formed from embers and tar.
your framented fingertips are immutably marred.
and she never intended
for it to turn out this way -
for her rotten heart to seethe with decay -
and if you ask her politely, all she will say
is that she did her best
to keep the twilight at bay.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 8:35 AM UTC
there is by you occasionally a mouth,
i would like to climb inside(.)it Spring
under it the red pink occlusion: stupid
youth
hanging by a hangs on a string,
of smart immutable dumb loveless loving
careens and gestures (which of) there is
a thing not like a thing i have ever. (have you?)
an ever have you a
dumb youth wanted
to immutably break
?
i that might like could you like to to.
if you'd like to too.
i could climb too into you
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC
As our sun finally sets on the orient
We will learn immutably
That most painfull of lessons
Man keeps forgetting
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC