"limestones" poems
Fire took birth when collided two marvellous limestones,
An action which even fate wished could be undone.!
Both of them had their own morals,
So to extinguish the fire, tried none.
But the fire that took place gave many births,
Only if one could see,
Possibly they had similar dents too,
Collision also had caused the same damage to the two, probably.
Their disguise I wonder is as a titanium for a creepy reason, one of their sole,
As if now to be a rock and not meant to ever roll.
Fire, this word, is an irony in itself,
Showing life but acts raging to turn all into ashes.
Why do the sheeps I count seem less when I am not even feeling sleepy,
Things I long for, strucks me hard to give unhealing indentation, and then I try to detatch myself from it,
But my longing always defeats the feel to waiver, its creepy..
How does a bird, only look the most beautiful at its birth, unfurling its wings,
My innocence, where my only guide was my conscience, filled with empathy, it sings.!
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC
arequipa central has 530 registered buildings
according to the world heritage archive,
and this room this bar these four old couches are supported
by eighteen foot ceiling, four foot thick walls, limestones
urged from the earth in forever ago, so
when the earth shakes there's somewhere to go.
this morning I couldn't finish my coffee but climb in a bus
with a man who
said the mountains, here, were once people too.
misti & wife chachani, urged from the earth in forever ago
once fought with such destruction that God, in His
almighty Wisdom
sundered and separated and a canyon placed between their
penitent heads all bowed surrendered
in caps of snow.
but every age or so
she is much taller but he, a volcano, spews and
spits she stands and
we carve out the earth in hollow dens, so
when it shakes there's somewhere to go.
and they say when the ground gives way, you
all you can do,
is to look up and see snow.
in the holy talmud they wrote,
cover thine head
in order that the fear of heaven
may be upon the living.
and conduct great sorrows on the those who dwell below.
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 3:45 AM UTC
I stare at the never ending depth of darkness' abyss
As I dive down deeper and deeper into the mystic blue,
Obstacles such as sharks, corals, electric eels get in my way
I hit rock bottom! The bottom of pits, nowhere else to go.
Deep blue darkness gangs up on me, almost seems like a hoax
Until I see the glimpse of light near the end of the Photic zone
I realize, from here on I have nowhere to go but up!
Scurrying up the ocean layers, I am one with the zone
Leaving my lonesome, burried down with the limestones
A gulp of oxygen recharges me to my soul
I am ready to be saved, reset to the contractions of the womb
A new life is born, in the midst of it's twenties
Broad shoulders, clean shave, perfect musk, I'm ready,
Here I come, Lookout ladies!!!
Horizons never end, the world keeps rolling, and life as we say keeps us going, and going!
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 3:56 PM UTC
Limestones, 1492
history was made for all of you
discovering treasures
uncovering coves
battering brains, crushing skulls.
A fact from you, delivered to us
your bloodlines; Adam to Kings
Backed by documents
and ancestry swabs
we have ideas and whip stings.
You have your treasure
cotton and all
this paper we were given
couldn’t cut rust
limestones 1492, they lost history to you.
Blind by the tourist
ignoring the past
live the people
of Paradiseland
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 5:52 PM UTC
Mellow
Mundane
Mutiny
Meets the madman
Conducting orchestration
For our mothers lips
Saint Frances
Saint Frances
Saint Frances
I hope you've arrived
Cacooned eyes awaiting
Ephemeral steady fluctuation
Persephone gaze
Diana's rage
Eternal blue flame
Dripping crimson fingertips
The heavens eloped when you left us here.
us.
here
Remains.
Remains on the fire escape
An external buzz
Heard during my cigarette break
My sight caught by persephones polenating powerhouses who remains meditative and floating
Above the clover grass
Elucid and fleeting
Yet evermore
Remains on the tumbling limestones and mounds of our ancestors.
I beg for your wisdom
Sometimes I think
I'm hearing your voice
Asking me to be calm
And stop searching so deep
Saying your "with me
In more than the form of a humble bumble bee
But still keep running for me through the vast trees
Until you find your self unmoving and buckled at the knees"
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 3:48 PM UTC
I am older and wiser
drawn all the found lines
end on end, time after time
flooring all the disguises
that were lost and found
I am older and wiser
carved from gullible limestones
the gems that are bigger than life
end on end, time after time
flooring all the disguises
that were found and lost
The times that I found a way
pointed stars and caved moons
The time that I hit the ground
end on end, time after time
scratching the glazed surfaces
that were found and lost
The times that I lost all paths
daunted darks and dreaded starts
The time I soared to the skies
end on end, time after time
dreaming of that past life
that was found and lost
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 7:57 PM UTC
Hold the tired hands suppressed by eons
calloused by the tears of generational fears
carousel your caress in resonated templed arks
harks of walks, ever fervent, reverenced and etched
Tender love from ancient ambient scented rocks
metamorphic withered limestones in evolvement
sedimentary chains of life, tagging in ageless dreams
of resurrections from the eye of the untorn needle
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 7:21 PM UTC