"lilys" poems
I pulled the sword from the stone
I struck you down and road you to the Earth
With a bow and a kiss I wiped the blood from your lips
And even you had to admit it was grandeur
And all the walls you built and empires you buried in the dust
They were meaningless once you found a derelict bannaret
And they flew the bright banners all over town for the wedding
Of the dragonslayer and the basilisk
We bought a house close to town
Right across from Judas Iscariot
We always bicker 'bout the branches of the oak trees
He said "They said time would heal all my wounds but yet
Mine keep splitting open like I'm the dragon against Saint George"
Advance our standards! Set upon our fears with old bitter hearts!
But I ended up hanging off of her every word until
All the life that I had in my lungs choked out
The flower girl is lying
Eastern Lilys through the halls of the morgue
Nero's drunk off wine and waving his bow like a sword
These days I can't remember much about Heaven
'Cept the smell of dead astronauts and gnashing fangs of fury
And a deeper understanding of honest ambivalence
Is there a God in this machine? Has he got his eye on me?
I've got some questions and I expect answers!
Mama, I just killed the only thing I've ever loved
"But each man kills the thing he loves"
I'm a killer with a kiss! I'm a coward with a sword!
Oh what reds does Hell hold for me!
Jul 10, 2012
Jul 10, 2012 at 2:58 AM UTC
Hello there sir!
Why how do you do?
I'm doing quite well.
How about you?
Fine, just fine.
But my begonias are dying.
They're wilting and wilting
There's no bother trying.
But try sir you must!
That is what we do.
To thrive and survive...
Am I not just waiting in queue?
Sitting and biding
As time doth draw near.
But your begonias are dying!
What should I have to fear?
For your garden you fool!
Why its all that we've all got!
A garden to till,
And begonias to rot,
But you've said it right there!
The plant's reached its prime.
And I am a man,
With limited time.
Aha! Now I've got you.
A son of Camus*
What if next its your roses?
Then I bid them adieu!
Your violets, hydrangeas?
And lilys to boot?
Do they mean nothing?
But sir neither do you.
I don't get your meaning...
And that is the key.
You will be alone!
And thus Ill be free!
So what will you do,
With no garden to grow,
Some dead begonias
You'll be lost to ago.
Perhaps you are right.
My era will pass
But Ill arrive at the answer
At long, long last
But what is it? You'll tell me?
When you get there I mean.
You remember my garden,
Here like its been.
My begonias are dying
That is all you need know
And maybe when yours do
You'll finally know
My garden is glorious
There'll be no Death here
What you have now
Will soon disappear.
But we're going in circles.
May your garden grow tall,
Why thank you good man!
Before Death steals it all.
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 10:47 PM UTC
And when your world is feeling so low,
Think of a few things written below.
For each life lived, there is a yin and a yang,
And for each moon that’s cried, a sun has sang.
As storm clouds roll, natures fireworks show,
In muddy water, a lotus flower will grow,
After the hardest climb, you will see the best views,
And try to climb sometimes, in another ones shoes.
When darkness descends, the stars start to twinkle,
And for each new wisdom, maybe one more wrinkle.
Behind each grey cloud, the sun still shines
After a volcanic diatreme, come the diamond mines
In the depths of the ocean, a coral garden blooms,
Venus’s jealousy stained the lilys perfumes.
Inside a rust mound precious gold appears
And a deep freeze will bring snowflake tears.
It’s a yoyo life, with darkness and light,
Through each short day and each long night,
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 4:31 AM UTC
Goodbye
Gnarled and sickly
She strokes my hands
This shell, this cornhusk
It's going to be okay, she says
Are you sure? I ask, scared
This shell, this hospital
Will be the death of me
Dec 12, 2010
Dec 12, 2010 at 6:46 PM UTC
I hate how easily I can lose my morals,
When you ask me to.
I hate how you can make the world seem elegant and floral,
Even though I feel like I should still hate you.
Why is it that when you decide to kiss me,
I lose myself to this flower world you made in your arms?
But why is that world only there when you want it to be,
Without your world of petals reality does so much harm.
I am a repeat visitor to your universe of lilys and roses,
You have me hooked on you and you know it.
But what’s worse is what you do to my poor heart,
You’ve been a repeat offender to my love from the start.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 1:53 PM UTC
"my chest fluttered like a rose or a daisy and i think my lungs are full of those works of life because i can breathe now and you told me i was your goddess and i looked up at the stars and whispered a thank you to the heavens for giving me you and i think i have flowers growing in my lungs and i'm not imagining whether or not to have melted candles or cold lilys at my funeral anymore i'm imagining how my life will be like when the patches of "accidents" and "it's nothing's" clear away and leave me clean and i dont think i'm sad anymore because there are flowers in my lungs and i'm pretty sure you're the seed."
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC
Dearest True love
I am the woman
who loves you the most
in this whole world
I am thinking of you
and can't help
but realize
you sure are like wine
I am drinking wine in Hollywood
all alone and bathing in it
since you aren't here
to spill it on me and me on you
I have drank half
and then I made a bathtub
and added half to the bubbles
I love you forever
Thanks for the huge buquet of roses
red and roses white
I pain so sorry for my lilys
Mothers day 199..
roses whites and reds
your grand Hilton's antorage entrance
the shampagne waiting there
two cups full for two
I see my old letter you kept hidden
in a safety deposit box up above
your magestic lovely love roses
that view is healing magic
it will last an eternity
I miss you love you
mourn US deeply
I am
with you in spirit your home
in your world
every May 10th Mothers Day
still speachless
bad people made sure i had no idea what second chances meant
DARLING It's been
THIS LONG SINCE
I first met you
46 long years, 0 months
0 days, 15 hours
27 minutes, 11 seconds.
AND
Its been this long since
we planted our garden
45 years, 10 months 15 days,
15 hours, 2 minutes 19 seconds
Hiltons upside down kiss
I didn't know I was ill and dying
I needed you
I didn't know I could earn
your love trust and heart
I've mourned deep within in silence
for us a lifetime now
nothing I did helped to forget you
the life that grabbed me
in your absence
tortured me, abandoned me
to virus my heart of gold and all
but the memory
of your precious love
elates me upholds me
thank you for loving me
once upon a time
and on Mothers Day
yes we never say good bye
~~~~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
95-10-2020.
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 6:57 PM UTC
You ask me lover
What's the point
Can't you see
That there's not one
Yet at the same time
One exists
Yes - perhaps
The greatest point of all
It's because I can
That is why
And want to
So one day - I will
No, not to spite you
That's not me
You know that
C'mon now listen
Who cares what science
Says of sound
This object
Could alter my world
If I possesed it
Lily Allen
On Vinyl
A big, round L.P
A true work of art
Lilys' art
Existing beyond its form
I can hear it now!
Every note pressed
Perfectly
Filling the air
With its captured sound
Yet I can hear you argue
Making a scene
Missing the point
Trying to persuade me
That C.D's better
Clearer sound
More modern too
But that's never it
For years I've wanted
That record
I'd watch it
Go round and around
Yet for years I've chosen
Not to buy
But to deny
Myself the pleasure
Often I have thought
I'll buy it
Sit and watch
Its nothingness go
But I loved all that
Nothingness
Simple fact
That I did not own it
But now soon I will
Hold it here
Commited
Its nothingness gone
And I will play it
Night and day
Until you see
It's because we can.
"Say what you say, Do what you do. Feel what you feel, As long as it's real" Lily Allen
"That is what I mean when I say that man is condemned to be free: condemned, because he did not create himself, yet nonetheless free, because once cast into the world, he is responsible for everything he does." Jean-Paul Sartre, Existentialism is a Humanism
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 5:02 PM UTC
March 14, 2016
You wake up,
Every morning a repetition of the one before.
You get out of bed,
Every morning a repetition of the one before.
Every second,
Every minute,
Every hour,
Every day,
Every year,
It's all the same.
It's all one thing after another.
A monochromic picture-book of your life–
each photo looking the same.
That chemical imbalance killing all of the flowers in the vast garden that fills you.
What am I becoming?!
You are whittling into nothing..
Slowly,
Every second,
Every minute,
Every hour,
Every day,
Every year,
It's all falling apart.
You will be nothing soon.
You have convinced yourself that the demolition of one existence can be the cause of a new one.
You are ready to finally let go.
But, what you don't know is that your foundation is much stronger than a thought.
Oh yes, it is.
You will realize soon, though.
Someone,
Something,
Some place,
Will come along.
It will come along and plant a seed in your garden.
It will grow.
It will grow in your brain,
It will grow in in your heart,
It will grow all throughout your body,
It will spread all throughout you until you are a beautiful garden once again.
You will wake up each morning.
You will wake up filled with roses and lilys and tulips,
Your garden expanding each day.
Flowers of all different shapes.
And Sizes.
And Smells.
You are hopeful
and
You are thankful.
You are thankful for the sun,
You are thankful for the water,
You are thankful for the bees
Who gave you a chance.
If it wasn't for them, you wouldn't be the garden you are today.
Thank you for helping me grow.
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 5:36 PM UTC
This goes to Grace Eagan.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Pictures are beautiful,
And so are you.
Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare,
Mirrors are shiny,
And so is your hair.
Magnolia grows,
With buds like eggs,
Skins are tanned,
And so are your legs.
Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
Your sun is bright,
And so are your eyes.
Foxgloves in hedges,
Surround the farms,
My embrace is welcoming,
And so are your arms.
Daisies are pretty,
Lilys have style,
Your feeling is strong,
And so is your smile.
The Rain is beautiful,
Just like you
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 12:52 PM UTC