"lustered" poems
Together we are alone
the wishers utter was always unheard
the Art of my consort is like ash in the wind
this purified drift of the eternal fire burning for all eternity
Timid little shell as fragile as the pearl inside
Impurities imparted and manifested into a gem
Let me see the diamond
the diamond in your mind
I ve been mining with a keen intent
to break down the barriers only to be surrounded by the remains
Im intrigued by lustered reflections of light in these rays of waves in this passing haze of the delicacy protected by your shell
Pandoras box and eves delight
only gives me a peek of that iridescent insight
Such an elusive emblem of the coveted representative Aphrodite
Awakened by impending doom
To
Cross the threshold of a Careless bloom
you turn to me to turn away
that I see
the Diamond is your mental mineral.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
THE CAMINO CHRONICLES
( Sidhe – Spirit, Ard Ri - High King, Tir na nOg – Land of eternal youth )
JUST A MOMENT AGO
Just a moment ago, it was just a moment ago
Father in Time embracing Mothers Melody to rhyme
Birthing Sidhe candles smile, lights of love, souls glory
Stars dancing with joys release, Sidhe awakening to loves destiny
Just a moment ago, it was just a moment ago
I stood upon Erins western shore amidst constellations considerations
And dreamed I had sailed again across the eternal sea
To Tir na nOg there returned to be
Oisin the Wanderer no more, ever seeking my beloved Naimh’s shore
Queen of the Sidhe, her consort again, Ard Ri of Eternity
Ah my heart demands my Sidhe sings of Naimh’s wondrous beauty. .
Her Eyes Like Twin Candles Dancing
Lips Full Of Mysterys Promise
Her Hair Bound, Crowned With Lustered Glory
A Smile To Die For . .
She Moves . . Sidhe Moves . . Like Poetry . .
Aie, Her Voice, Her Voice, Like Honey and Cream
Just a moment ago, it was just a moment ago
When love was a rose without thorns
Before tides of centuries tears
Swept us apart
Just a moment ago, it was just a moment ago
The glorious moment of our days glory
Our age of grace
Father in Time embracing Mothers Melodys Grace. .
INTO THE DARK
What does a candle remember . . .?
What does its flame recall . . .?
Aiee Aiee . . . Akhenaten Flee We . . . Nefertiti Aieee Aieeeee
Flee . .Flee . . . Undone We . . . Betrayal. .Flee Flee
Akhenaten Akhenaten . . . Must Flee We . . . Wee Wans Take
Nefertiti Holds . . . Flee We Must . . . Fleet . . . Flee Fleet . . .
Harps heart has chambers that sigh with grief
Ashes of roses burned with weeds
Remains of our loves day
Harps heart by hearts harp no music moved to test
Hall of memories by no one chorus caress
No whispered echo no candles smile no Nefertiti
NOW MY CITADELS HALL I MUST NEEDS MY IRE
RETREAT TO WHERE NEEDS MUST ABJURE DESIRE
Once more to recite survivals bitter creed
By heartstone embers to gnaw betrayals cold deed
WILL TO BEAR SILENT DEEP EMPTY DAY
HARP HEART STILLED
by no Nefertiti played.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 12:37 PM UTC
A star died in my eyes
A black hole in my iris
A light I thought I shined
Instead casts hazard alert signs
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My horizon is lack lustered
The fall is an everlasting lost
I want to believe these eventful dreams
Are preparing me for the relative of death
Or maybe to rest on a point of no return
Such as my eyes looking too the past
As the iris collapses
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These thoughts are micro
Yet weigh on me heavy
My eyes engulf aglow
Yet dream only sightly
Jun 21, 2021
Jun 21, 2021 at 9:05 AM UTC
I want to write a poem for
the sincerity of your fingers
the small silver stream that flows
from the edges of your forehead
to the ends of your hands
the thousands of cyan workers
digging the frets with their bare members
the breath that breeds forget-me-nots
on each rhythmic exhalation
I want to write a poem for
the gentleness of your fingers
the sky that blooms within
explosion after explosion - and then
crushes and then blooms again
the thirsty animals anticipating
patiently the rain
tightly embraced
I want to write a poem for
the taste of your fingers
salt, lustered shells and metal
from carcasses of boats
-one, two, three, four, five
six, seven, eight, nine, ten
forbidden fruits
for as long as this poem holds,
my very own.
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 8:05 PM UTC
Rustling among his odds and ends of knowledge
Suddenly, to his wonder, Senlin finds
How Cleopatra and Senebtisi
Were dug by many hands from ancient tombs.
Cloth after scented cloth the sage unwinds:
Delicious to see our futile modern sunlight
Dance like a harlot among these Dogs and Dooms!
First, the huge pyramid, with rock on rock
Bloodily piled to heaven; and under this
A gilded cavern, bat festooned;
And here in rows on rows, with gods about them,
Cloudily lustrous, dim, the sacred coffins,
Silver starred and crimson mooned.
What holy secret shall we now uncover?
Inside the outer coffin is a second;
Inside the second, smaller, lies a third.
This one is carved, and like a human body;
And painted over with fish and bull and bird.
Here are men walking stiffly in procession,
Blowing horns or lifting spears.
Where do they march to? Where do they come from?
Soft whine of horns is in our ears.
Inside, the third, a fourth . . . and this the artist,--
A priest, perhaps--did most to make resemble
The flesh of her who lies within.
The brown eyes widely stare at the bat-hung ceiling.
The hair is black, The mouth is thin.
Princess! Secret of life! We come to praise you!
The torch is lowered, this coffin too we open,
And the dark air is drunk with musk and myrrh.
Here are the thousand white and scented wrappings,
The gilded mask, and jeweled eyes, of her.
And now the body itself, brown, gaunt, and ugly,
And the hollow scull, in which the brains are withered,
Lie bare before us. Princess, is this all?
Something there was we asked that is not answered.
Soft bats, in rows, hang on the lustered wall.
And all we hear is a whisper sound of music,
Of brass horns dustily raised and briefly blown,
And a cry of grief; and men in a stiff procession
Marching away and softly gone.
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Tragedy bestows the widowed sufferer.
Lustered in the cause of sheer beauty,
forlorn masks are shared generously.
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 8:54 PM UTC
When Light craved your soul to see in kissing colors
as the evening envisioned to die in the dawn of depth,
when Soul lustered for learning, as blood bespoke to her bones
for building the star of flesh, when Time needed the resentment
of its ubiquity to be understood. The moment texture lured touch to
tease with a thousand sensations, when the labor of love sought a language
to express the extremes of its lips, as romance raged through the ravishing of
hardened hearts, when sorrow’s seduction made heroes of loving men and women.
When Justice is seduced to her innocent words,
as bravery battled the basic questions of conquest,
war demands a metaphor in the terror of its destruction,
as Faith finds resolutions to her problems in seconds,
Death wallows for relief and Life’s supercilious meaning upon its skyline.
When God wanted imagination to invent immaculate existence…
Poetry began, born as an eternal being,
because, the only vow of a Poet, is Passion!
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 7:41 PM UTC
fuzzy
glowed frozen
_plop_ in the mind
like time
doesn't matter
picture on the wall
halls hollowed in grey matter
echo surreal
can't feel
but know
secret calling
soul's longing
wishing to away
to tomorrow
where nymphs
and the mythic play
malformed music
made not for ears
be fear that grows
deep in mind
and dredged in remembrance
spacetime slip
through wrinkle
dripping with dreams
and lustered lies
as we know
you don't
get out of your head, kid
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
Earthbound angel...
pray not weep
for lose of heaven
as I will show you
such love
and tenderness
as to rival even the beauty
of the stars
now hung lack lustered
in a forlorn sky...
let my tears reflect in mine own eyes
your pain
let them wash over you
and cleanse
from you
the sin done unto by others
let them be the waters of life
that bring you
such sweet succour
refreshing
tainted lips with renewed faith
in love and man
Bathe your soul within their depths
and know
though others sought to bring you diamonds
I will baptise and exorcise their daemons
from your mind
Earthbound Angel let me at least try
to heal thee.
Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 8:16 PM UTC
Like the stars glanced,
How far the wind blew.
Wherever I went,
I found there you.
Miles were you away,
But I found you so nigh.
Your twinkling I could see,
Though my flow not so high.
Icebergs of the sky,
They made you so far.
But I rained them down,
And reached you, o star.
Dropped then the sun,
Flew birds with their songs.
Our faces glimpsed with them,
I hoped it a little long.
The tones of those birds,
May with time, fade.
But not that song,
And love that they made.
May we live in heaven,
Or in world of desire.
Wherever we breathe,
We together respire.
You would glaze,
And I won't be seen.
But whenever you twinkled,
There I had been.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 7:55 AM UTC
The stone lustered pink,
but in the lake, where I found it,
it destined to sink.
Only for a moment,
I held it in my hand.
And now, where it rests,
it holds my passions,
fears,
desires,
and plans.
It's like my heart sank to the bottom of the lake.
Really,
my lost object of affection
resides just off the beach.
But practically,
it lies
just out of my reach.
An ocean may as well separate us.
I won't ever find it.
And it won't try to find me.
I knew this piece of rose quartz
for such a short time.
I don't know where it came from.
I don't know who first had it,
and I don't know why
an unknown soul
left it for me to find.
I remember how it glistened
such a pure, perfect pink.
It had no inclusions, blemishes,
or defects I could seek.
That precious stone,
that I never got to know,
I'll never see again.
Jul 15, 2024
Jul 15, 2024 at 6:07 PM UTC
Growing words like a symphony sound the alarm
I can taste fear on the delicacy of your arm
Do not waste any of your faux charm
Such in impromptu little ******
is that faith you muster
or is it lustered
twisted in sync
to the sound of cuff links
driving to the mountain brink
The one who sits in front of my mind
The back seat of the car meanders behind
I dream that it forgets all the moments of crime
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 9:47 AM UTC
I did it for you, why couldn’t you do it for me?
I lustered as any haughty teenager would over you, my secrete since I shared my cookies with you at school.
I risked it all and still kept my secrete, but can you “make” a secrete?
For awhile I thought it was just a friendship, of mutuality, and that’s why I invited you to my dreams.
I dream that I got you drunk, knowing you would be up for it, but what would I do after?
Would I let the walls melt away, and the lights dim, finally releasing myself.
Or would we just laugh, and go out into new towns finding any memories we could make as just “friends”
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC
he's near sighted
everything from afar seems blurred and people seem to be
masses of motion in huddled crowds
he can see things up close
everything that's five feet in front gets noticed
i guess that why he never noticed me until i popped up on his phone screen
admiring from the mass of motion that he can't see
it's so easy
to fake a smile with him
i'll give him the signature "i'm dying inside and these tears aren't because i'm tired but look at these pearly whites" smile
and he'll belive it, but only because he can't really see the falters in it
he's so pure
so golden
it makes me scared to hold
his hand because i wouldn't want to turn that gold black
or the diamond into coal
i'm scared he'll run if he ever saw my cold beating heart
he laughs when i shake, he jokes that i'm always cold
i mean what else would he think, i don't "look like someone with anxiety"
he thinks it's cute when i get all lustered and when my mind runs a mile a minute and that i worry consistently
but he doesn't know that these tendencies are due to the constant churing of gears in my head, working overtime and constantly leaking oil out
a working machine of overthinking
he doesn't know all of what makes me.. me
every flaw
every diagnosis
every scar
every puzzle piece
every event
nor does he have to
he'll learn as time goes by
but for now he can think that i'm fine
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 11:25 AM UTC