"inseparably" poems
The First Apostle
Did you know your calling?
When He first met you
Demonized-Prostitute
Transformed by His healing hand
Your love-turned passion
Inseparably bound to his being
Scorned for your lavish yearning
Prophetically anointing perfume-blood
Head to hands to dusty broken feet
Your walk with Him closer to death
The rugged weight of dry wood
Heavy heart anointed in knowing tears
You stood by his side-abandoned
By pharisaical disciples cowards call
His love grafted into bone and sinew
The empty mocking tomb
Like your barren heart
Devoid-all you lived for
Rudely taken away
Then He touches you again
With glorious anointing
Head to heart to weary feet
With apostolic "Go-Tell" command
Demonized-Prostitute
Apostle-Evangelist
Stanley Arumugam
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
Inseparably attached,
Hopelessly apart,
An ocean away,
But we carry one heart.
The emotions I feel,
As I think of you,
A smile and a tear,
I wonder which is true?
I've never touched your hand,
Or said your name aloud,
Yet for not a second doubt,
That I'd find you in a crowd.
The words of love you give,
And bits of truth you share,
Are the only things that help,
The distance for me to bear.
I try to be so strong,
But I am brought to my knees,
By the miles that separate us,
To create our love's complexities.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
planted in a garden,
with roots tangled.
we share water
while we grow,
and curl our tendrils up together.
when the shovels come,
after birds and bees and sun,
they'll pry us from our ground
inseparably brittle.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
Hello Little Prince
Your Eyes Shine
Like Emeralds Of Pines
Your Hair Made Of the Sun
You travel from Star to Star
I draw each day since you are gone
in all color and form - sound and line
for our rejuvenating living particle
made of crystal of truth
I sense you water my lost dream
I the lover the queen of All Darkness
I the lover the goddess of All Light
remain unreachable
reside on both -
of your own making they say
- undying and unborn star
Outside of the two or one
you travel to All the glittering
unknown but remembering
of those starting and ending
to recollect living pieces
of that forgotten dream
as if a scent to remember
from lavender fields
brought by a distant whispering
of a northern sky
to fade away
if you choose not to hear
Your experiences- real - reach as vivid pulse
of a song - a mantra of love
My roots sense to mature wisdom in all tones of Reds
Innocent is my heart longing for your glowing face
the greens of my leaves reflect
the color of the light of our secret seeing
I shall play no more games of extremes
for you to visualize of me other than what I am
I surrender to you fully because I know you have seen
many of rose gardens and touched and smelled and cherished
each one - as vital as the cool mountain stream singing for
me the myth of your love spreading
I shall no more play games other than the truth that connected us inseparably
We gave birth to fertility through the bite not more painful than a thorn on my stem
Our love born of the poison of the serpent that connected us
We travel to be healed and to heal the universe
in our shell as we experience to learn and teach
not a mystery but a technology is love where
I shall see you again beyond the body
I the lover of healing fully flowing on one line
Crossed valleys made of fractals of blessings
My colorless strong hair carrier of red blue yellow and green glitter
on streams reaching the oceanic clearing as the victorious salty jump of a whale
As the Heart purifies its Crystal - We Be One -
Our Home - You - I -. The Rose -
Not the Unreachable - The Dark - None of those Extremes -
but a Rose is I Just like One of the Many Other Ones -
but One Of a Kind on A Tiniest but A Home for Us Planet Under Stars
Us -- The Little Prince - The Rose - bring love to universe - when whoever on planets looks up in pure knowing - to Skies shall sense among all other Stars Skies and Hearts - a Universe made of Glowing Vibrating Expanding Delivering Joy is Divine Love
of the Rose and the Little Prince and the Tiniest Planet made of a living Crystal Heart of Dreams
of the Drawer or of the Reader or of the Dreamer or of You or of I
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 8:25 PM UTC
All the elements that we arrange
in the Periodic Table, the very first
bacteria and also we humans
are creators of the universe
In time and space we transform
the energy and co-write
the imperishable facts
on the edges of black holes
That information already existed
as Creator
giving it space and time
with a big bang
It's inconceivably
and inseparably both
energy and information
are aspects of each other
My mind doesn't get that
Even if in deep meditation
my consciousness unites
with all that exists, I am ignorant
Mar 21, 2023
Mar 21, 2023 at 3:10 AM UTC
Festooned with the heraldry of doom,
a gilded, wainscoted room,
whose occupants drink ale in an oozing swarm
while harpers harp a solemn tune.
The lioness gives obeisance to the new king
with an offering
of suffering,
and warm droplets of water...
Two fates inseparably soldered
by misfortune,
on this, the longest night
then toward the light
and not beyond.
Again, backwards, repetition, turning.
A yule tide with no pull
from the heavenly orb, burning.
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 3:51 PM UTC
I felt the three-dimensionality of space
Independently
From time
And the pull between all things
As the earth goddess spoke to me
In the basement of a girl I used to love
I sat alone just feeling
And imagining complex thought
Not immune from reality
But simply
Independent
Of all that's real and painful and unbearably true
Three dimensions,
Bound inseparably to time,
Closing in
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 10:59 PM UTC
Sometimes
when words are inseparably
too much and not enough
all you need
is a picture or two
or perhaps
another word or three
rearranged and laid
more beautifully
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC
he spoke so gently with his eyes looking forward
he fought so loyally and valiantly,
holding dark secrets in his pockets and letting trespasses against him roll off his skin -
he never let them sink in
the words he had to speak stung in his throat as he forced them out
his voice broke saying the words out loud,
because the truth could not evade him when it became sound
-----the thing is that he just----
He hears what you mean when you speak and he hears the specific words you choose to say.
He sees you as you are and he sees what what you see in yourself.
He loves people through a kinder version of their own eyes.
He showed me what it meant to be loved, and to love myself.
He taught me that love is worth more than value itself.
He wrote his wordless ardor on my soul,
and filled my bones with a gentle glow.
----the thing is you're irrevocably in his blood---
i love the way he loved you and i love the way you loved him
i envied the unconditional trust, the unconventional loyalty, the unequivocal bond, and the unrestricted devotion to your kinship
i was so addicted to the taste of his warmth
i was so saturated with the trespasses i invited through my pores
i was so blind to the irreplaceable moments that came with existence and i just
I just can't fathom the reality that you're gone--that you're gone and he had to not only say the words but also hear them.
I'm situated in angst of the pain he has to carry.
But he taught me that love is worth more than value itself, and it's better to have loved and have lost than to never have loved at all.
But the thing is, anyway, he saw both of us through kinder versions of our own eyes.
He loved us and loves us the same every single day.
He showed us magic on earth and he continues to fill my bitter heart with gladness.
I'm so glad to have had the pleasure of knowing you both, separately and inseparably.
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 4:08 AM UTC
I’m just making myself do this
And I’m not sure why
I guess it could be beneficial
Sometimes it is
But sometimes it isn’t
The fleeting nature of the majority of my feelings
Is a constant and nagging concern
I fall in love with most things the way
I do with poetry and women
The fall is violent
Exhilarating
Exhausting
The passion and excitement of the fall
become inseparably intertwined with the reality of my daily experience
Enveloping me
minute by minute
and dominating my thoughts
my actions
I am Neruda
Until I begin to sober up
I continue to drink both in
With the ferocity of an alcoholic
So the source of this sobriety eludes me
Perhaps the beauty of women and the beauty of Poetry are fleeting by nature
Making their brief ecstasy all the more powerful
Perhaps the sudden disinterest reflects
On my character
But, there is no time for these thoughts
Because for now I am in love
With her
And with Poetry
And I want to enjoy the fall
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
It is Spring, and of course,
I love her madly!
But our lips will never meet!
I will never hold her gently in my arms,
Never touch her soft body with mine.
And it is, sadly,
Better that we won't!
Yet I have already touched her heart,
As she has, mine,
So many times before,
That we often live
Inside each others hearts.
And sometimes,
We beat as one.
Alas, we will never make love,
Our bodies will never be entwined,
As one, in passion's embrace,
To give what lovers give,
To take what lovers take.
She is not for me,
She is destined for another.
And I, to step aside.
Yet our spirits are sometimes united,
Like the light from two candles,
That becomes inseparably infused,
Impossible to separate,
Whenever their flames
Are held together
As one.
I have no regrets!
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC
I DO!!
REALLY REALLY I DO!!
But you must know what u r,
b4 why ur here or who u r...
otherwise you/we's missed dat poignant point again
bout the gain of and not the loss from this planet till,
till too late...
once again ****** shot by any means gone you'll see it then you know where it is
or was and will always be at...
between emc'squareds and nothingness that is everything inseparably less than and lighter than air!!!
And in this moment it is about all I or anyone can say that means everything and nothing more!!
R we partners in this war...
We work together or we work for one another and nothing more!!!!
ABC, 123 not required, understand ja baby love!!!
And nothing more!!!
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC
#
And so I go
I bid you farewell
Don't forget
I love you so
this is all I know
all I can tell
For my own sake
I have to find out
not about
what's high
but what is low
so you will find me
way down in the well
under the lake
I know
You still feel the need
to carve your initials
into stones,
into the concrete
All I want is
to leave mine
on your lively skin
along your spine
Don't think
stone would care
for we are nothing but
cycling trivialities
stone won't know
what we'd dare
stone doesn't have
an interest
in our qualities
I know
Now I take
my leave of you
you, the idea
me, something that
wants to be true
But let me promise
you and me
we'll meet
for the first time
before the tide will reach
the last tree
Because then
all books
will be gone
no one there
to sing us
a sad song
And all these words
will be of no avail
and nothing
that now hurts
will prevail
Everything is
inevitably
designed to
disintegrate
the whole of
earths array
linked until the end
inseparably
and all of us
will have to trade
place by place
memory by memory
until we all fade
So I'll hold you
then
just like I now
hold this pen
steady and assured
together
washed upon human life's
last shore
when all's undone
that once was made
I will hold you
and think
what a comfort
this beautiful fate
#
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 10:28 AM UTC
Hello, my darling! How do you feel?
What are you doing? Don’t be so shy!
Don’t worry, honey, I won’t leave you.
Come on, go into! Maybe tea with a pie?
I’ve caught sight of you for a long time.
I’ve simply kept quite about it.
And before you noticed me yourself,
I studied you whole, to be truthful of it.
I knew we’d have to go inseparably
Though life together until the end.
I won’t deny, I wasn’t thrilled with
That part of journey. But I couldn’t contend.
I realize the years take their toll.
Don’t get me wrong. I will be sad a short time.
But I am sane and I am sighted.
And I conceive in whole that mine is mine.
I won’t cry and I won’t rueful.
I’m ready to take you all with no trace.
Come in, my wrinkle. You see, I’m not boring.
Come here! And let me hug you, my Grace!
Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 4:51 PM UTC
What demented creatures, this humanity,
Who praise the unseen and visit the dead,
who dread darkness, naming emotions, expressions,
Love, hate, catatonic depression. Obsessed,
counting each second in a steady breath.
Who wish upon eyelashes and stars,
Who hex and jinx, condemn and curse,
Cross our fingers when we lie,
Bless our food and pray to God
That before we wake, we do not die.
In the various words of noble voices, I’ve heard
the sole thing keeping us from death is breath.
Yet, our friend of old and dear
whom we keep so inseparably near,
is the one thing keeping us from life –fear.
Aug 3, 2011
Aug 3, 2011 at 11:18 PM UTC
Fragile projections of a delicate solar system are foretold behind the gates of the damp castle walls.
I recognise the commanding gentleness of the icy North Wind as it teases with advances of forthcoming brutality.
Chunks of freshly baked bread and thick wedges of cheese are stapled to history with the blessing of a contemporary Mother’s Pride.
We have travelled light years apart, yet we are inseparably joined at the metaphorical hip.
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 11:53 PM UTC
Take
what you think you need
and I will be there for the taking
Give
whatever you are free to
give to me and I will
Accept
the fact that this is how it is
and all we have to do is
Forgive
us for not being more for now
but we have to remember
Patience
that this all will come around
in the end to find us
United
finally together inseparably entangled
the way we have envisioned
©ShawnaRenea
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 1:27 PM UTC
Who goes to assignation, in a pleasant promenade of grove,
The flame of love is burning there
Which great warrior is singing melodiously?
In the middle of the unobstructed heart, the sound of the anklet jingling.
Who goes to assignation, in a pleasant promenade of grove.
Awake the night, taken the heart,
In the auspicious moment of moonlight
Very silently under the mimusops elengi
Said the words of the stored heart, inseparably.
So to ask, to whom to call in any tune,
The submerged heart remains full
The Jamuna flows exhausted
Even today, with painted eyes, what a picture to draw.
Who goes to assignation, in a pleasant promenade of grove,
The flame of love is burning there
Which great warrior is singing there?
In the middle of the unobstructed heart, the sound of the anklet jingling.
Feb 23, 2022
Feb 23, 2022 at 8:36 PM UTC
Rings on rosewood linger
from a cold glass of ice
that warmed but soon after,
whose contents evaporated away.
My chaser became the room,
matching it twice
in form and temperature,
Would never have stayed.
So I roll the glass
with a retrograde tilt,
but keep it in place,
but keep it at hilt
such that knurls on the crystal,
jagged knuckles on the base,
make it thump in a path
and it steps and it stilts
in its own kind of track
while connection with the ground
through multiple laps
stipples neatly on a plane—
infinite curve by singular tack.
And this motion is contained
to the confines of the round
of a bullseye-mark stain
where a highball was put down.
Reminds the afternoon patina,
the hunching over my piano,
the warmth of its shade of cocoa.
And the mug I placed on its bench,
where subsequently the lacquer
gave way to warmer matter
and a matte “O” was forever etched in print.
Reminds of sap-stuck fingers
that ailed us backwoods explorers,
that neither the soap nor the hottest water
could manage to separate.
Reminds of the smell of the road
that gashed through wild mint
with its tire-milled dirt pounded thin,
and the hazel dust that arose
and managed to stay ever close
when the little Sahara was traversed again.
Those clouds would form and move and clove,
and the dry would pinch in your nose;
yet it seemed the only stretch of land
to never see any rain.
And now it strikes as strange,
and I’d love to explain, but can’t—
the green was never killed,
while cleaved, and beaten, and grilled;
it managed to weather the dust
and ride on the cusp
of the electric months after May.
These things don’t peel away.
Reminds how none of this strays
too far from the path,
or too far out of mind,
and the nature of present and past,
how inseparably they bind.
Like the light to the glass,
one moves through the next,
and all the moments hug tight,
each forebears another's context.
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 5:51 AM UTC
My personal quote:
"Faith might be something hard to live with, but it's even harder to live without"
joshua adam
Thinking you could succeed, trying desperately to hide those tears
it's just too much for you, having been overcome with so many fears
running makeup now your worst enemy, threatening to give you away
but there is no longer denial, uncontrollably, your heart led you astray
Drowning in unhappiness, because the past will no longer return
tears silently shed, afraid this pain in your heart will forever burn
solace escapes you, left with feelings of loneliness and despair
wherever you turn, imagining others are giving you a stare
You should know, although you're broken, never submit to despair
there is someone waiting for your love, waiting to give you his care
neither today nor tomorrow, circumstances not within your control
still you have this faith, a faith so inseparably a part of your soul
Only with this, your faith, does hope have a place to truly reside
with it you are never alone, something in which you can always confide
so don't stop those tears, if they are really true then let them flow
only redirect them to G-d above, He alone, will cause them to sow
The gates are many through which prayers must always traverse
many angels probe and examine them, and very many do they disperse
yet when tears join sincere prayer, from the depths of one's heart they ascend
they reach His heavenly throne, no heavenly forces having the power to contend
From faith we must, therefore, garner the strength enabling us to discern
the wish of maintaining our continued happiness is really a heavenly concern
not always recognizing our G-d given abilities to gain the resolve and persevere
how important it is to know, with a solid faith, we can avoid despair
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 7:30 AM UTC
Your belief system can alter that which is considered to be reality.
Although vulnerability is a parade of commonality which adorns blissful blinkers, we must never forget that we are inseparably connected to parental validity and unequivocal yet treacherous insecurity.
I do not believe in gender stereotypes and embrace the promise that the taste of copulation is as beautiful and rebellious as teenage wanton prowess in possession of a ligature in a dense forest.
So, my darling, wear your crown.
It’s an acoustic romance where death has cultivated a harmonious melody with an essential bass.
How beautiful is a classical symphony of sadness which is enriched by a recent discharge from hospital?
The train meandered its way along distant tracks toward South-Eastern utopia.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC
Crickets' song is tickling my ear
As I immerse myself into a
Humid warm darkness
This star filled splendor
Embracing my every cell
So inseparably containing
And I share it with all
That is alive
I inhale the experience
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC
Inseparably attached
Hopelessly apart
Many oceans away
But we carried one heart
The emotions I feel
As I think of you
A smile or a tear
I wonder which is true.
I never touched your hand
Or called your name aloud
Yet I have no doubt
About finding you in a crowd
The words of love you give
And bits of truth you share
Are the only things that help
This distance life's given me to bear
I try to be so strong
But I am brought to my knees
By the miles that separate us
To create our love's complexities
-fir.m
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 11:00 PM UTC
This is who I was
Lost in who I was meant to be
Found all I was not meant to see
In between you and me
This is who I am
Still picking up my tab
Even the one you said you'd grab
But debts are all I've ever had
This is who you are
You won't let go
Cause your love won't let you
No, you won't let go...
This is where we stand
Inseparably apart
Your love pursues my racing heart
And when it stops is where we start
This is where we fall
Half way to where you are
Slipped as I start to pass the falling star
At least the ground is not as far
This is who you are
You won't let go
Cause your love won't let you
No, you won't let go...
If this is all this is
I just want you to know
I know you loved me more
More than love could ever know
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 1:41 PM UTC
Who am I?
The me from inside, looking out?
Or the me on the outside I'm within?
Is it I who feels?
Is it I who sees?
Am I this body,
or am I it's guest?
Are we separate,
or inseparably one?
Who am I?
I am that body,
which is visible when I look out.
Separate yet still the same.
I sense, I feel, I see.
I am also water, land, and air,
plant and animal,
the seen and the unseen.
I am You.
There are no limits, for who I am.
Who am I?
I am me,
just like you,
connected with all.
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC