"mazed" poems
My mind is a maze
Mirrored walls
Sloped floors
I can't find my way out of it
Like a circus freak show
My mind freaks me out
Terrorizing me in the night
Invading my resting dreams
But in these times I'm lost
Although I'm scared and alone
There is peace in these halls
Of my mazed mirrored mind
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 5:51 PM UTC
A stranger has come
To share my room in the house not right in the head,
A girl mad as birds
Bolting the night of the door with her arm her plume.
Strait in the mazed bed
She deludes the heaven-proof house with entering clouds
Yet she deludes with walking the nightmarish room,
At large as the dead,
Or rides the imagined oceans of the male wards.
She has come possessed
Who admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall,
Possessed by the skies
She sleeps in the narrow trough yet she walks the dust
Yet raves at her will
On the madhouse boards worn thin by my walking tears.
And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last
I may without fail
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.
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This land in midst of mazed vales and meadows,
Of lofty icy Himalayan peaks and forestry.
Unique are the means utilized by the power players,
Be it the Islamists or Hindus on either borders.
Claim of their right to rule this land of the free,
A people distinctly different from their ideals.
Compassion for us seems long forgotten,
As we are constantly crunched beneath boot heels.
Where forth must we look for our liberation?
Has our God also forgotten our stressful plight?
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 8:15 AM UTC
i think it's hard to be friends or lovers with a writer. here's why:
1) you have to be careful of what you say, because the writers mostly take every word of yours literally and try to find the meaning in it. say what you mean, and mean what you say.
2) you also have to be wary of your grammar. those people, whom you know as writers, are grammar nazis. if they don't correct you in speech, fret not; it has been done in their word-mazed minds.
3) they will rant and rant and rant, because written words are what cool them off without having them to speak aloud. curse words, words which carry a tune, words which burn into brains... hear them out. do not be lazy to read their rants if they trust you with it. (they could rant about you TO YOU in the end.)
4) this is the hardest part. just remember that they will write about you no matter who you are or what you've done (or maybe you haven't even done anything). these people will write about how they see you. and most of the time, those writings are not so favorable. if you do not want to (literally) end up in their bad books, beware. their words may not last in ink forever but embedded into the hearts of those who read them.
happy reading and living with a reader!
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
'Neath the Willows, cloaked in brume,
as streams the night time a deepening.
Enshrouding all in shadows womb,
I espy true loves awakening.
Eve tide slumber found a youth,
within the mead, where I do dwell.
Wont was I, to bespell, forsooth,
tis truly, one thing I do well.
Mazed, stands young swain, aside his bay,
embracing nymph, of flaxen hair.
Bedewed, were eyes, by impish fay,
for it be a swine, he holds there.
Of deep laughter, I do partake.
As disenthralled, young swain awakes.
Oct 12, 2010
Oct 12, 2010 at 6:11 PM UTC
My mind is a maze
Confused and dazed
I turn one way and end up in another direction
Walls so tall enclosing all
Never to show the world
Dark and dreary
Vines capturing my words
Running inside twirling around
Unorganized and lost
My mind is a maze
Confused and dazed
Jan 20, 2011
Jan 20, 2011 at 8:46 AM UTC
Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze, and tinsel,
Flitting out of the shadow into the spotlight,
And into the shadow again, without a whisper!--
Firefly's my name, I am evanescent.
Firefly's your name. You are evanescent.
But I follow you as remorselessly as darkness,
And shut you in and enclose you, at last, and always,
Till you are lost,--as a voice is lost in silence.
Till I am lost, as a voice is lost in silence. . .
Are you the one who would close so cool about me?
My fire sheds into and through you and beyond you:
How can your fingers hold me? I am elusive.
How can my fingers hold you? You are elusive?
Yes, you are flame, but I surround and love you,
Always extend beyond you, cool, eternal,
To take you into my heart's great void of silence.
You shut me into your heart's great void of silence. . .
O sweet and soothing end for a life of whirling!
Now I am still, whose life was mazed with motion.
Now I sink into you, for love of sleep.
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Two people
Two minds
Mazed by constant confusion.
Unsuring by mix signals.
One hoping. . .
holding out a hand in the dark
One searching. . .
Seeking farther from the reach.
Two people
But. . .
One heart.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 1:39 AM UTC
Behold me, in my chiffon, gauze, and tinsel,
Flitting out of the shadow into the spotlight,
And into the shadow again, without a whisper!-
Firefly's my name, I am evanescent.
Firefly's your name. You are evanescent.
But I follow you as remorselessly as darkness,
And shut you in and enclose you, at last, and always,
Till you are lost,-as a voice is lost in silence.
Till I am lost, as a voice is lost in silence. . .
Are you the one who would close so cool about me?
My fire sheds into and through you and beyond you:
How can your fingers hold me? I am elusive.
How can my fingers hold you? You are elusive?
Yes, you are flame, but I surround and love you,
Always extend beyond you, cool, eternal,
To take you into my heart's great void of silence.
You shut me into your heart's great void of silence. . .
O sweet and soothing end for a life of whirling!
Now I am still, whose life was mazed with motion.
Now I sink into you, for love of sleep.
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He had a paper maché heart,
and weekly, it was layered again
with more glue, protecting him.
And one day, it completely snapped in two,
he tried so hard to be free.
Now his heart is mazed in crumbles,
and he's lost in the debris-
Dec 23, 2017
Dec 23, 2017 at 7:34 PM UTC
my mind is a football stadium
filled with sports anchors
hallowing our conversation
in class
the other day
did I say this right?
did you mean your laugh?
i am nothing but a child!
mazed by a fable or
some sort of
fairy book story
i imagine the other day in
class, wanting it to be
all days
all moments
in different aisles of hallways
different shades of walls
i am still a child
picking on my mind
like a sunflower on valentines day
"will he like me"
"will he not"
and you have nothing to do with this
but you are everything to blame
my poems are just passive voices
asking you questions without saying your name
indirectly
it is 10:03 I am
lying between the covers of my bed
pondering when you told me you like music
i am listening to the
same song
over and over
each time,
thinking of you
differently
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 9:57 PM UTC
An pleasant night...Amore mild ,than wild.
You..zoomin,stumbling,moving alright
for my most,minimised sets of vision insights.
Made in...moved in for meeting without no consciences of moonshine.
We Smiled..it shined,tough to deny the uprise..the valued climb.
Where everything seems to rhyme.
Or was i at the center of meltdown on my melting point.And you kept mesmerising.
It took a'while to memorise..you were too mazed to measurise,to my surprise.
Or was it you,on the monocyclic ride in &off; my mind.And i'd still moo down like an moonbeam ,my way.
Morphed down,above some waves...moss hags, mrches across our way,the muted disguise.
Dis-mantling apart my motor cortex and hers as well.
Motoring,defflexing us far away
Misprized off,what we hold of
we were misplaced...mislayed so cruel,the perfect mishap.
Waving off,from the monstrance of our retraction
irreticulating without no demise
Avowed i stood by..Upon those marks,beyond the maze of multiplicated edges
'Hope they'll know..Coz we knw weGA
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 7:27 AM UTC
Astigmatism effects many around these Sylvan parts,
Where word's turn to bullets,
False love flies between transpired sparks!!!
Arrogancys lost child mourns mercantile traits,
Wherein fears art nothing but fate ,
Materialist confirmed to promise!!!!!
Whereth art thou mender?
Lover?
Dutchess!!!!!!
Mentality struck down,
Memory foam pounds lit to green bushes!!
Maunder thy jail time feeling's,
Their nights goeth short to cold!!!
Thine melodramas Soo grant I'm watching it all right here!!!
Darling, dear,
So mazed ,
Soo sincere!!!
Mistaketh nothing,
for thy monastery only can play out to thine escort lost end,
Unmonogomous prelude of gratis sphere radiance!!!
Countess of impurities,
Traitor to mall town frivolity!!!!!
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC
Running after you love
Is like chasing the sun
Always in my sight but
never getting any closer
Yet you light my life
with the shine of your eyes
and all I want is to touch
knowing I would burn
Now I am getting familiar
With the starry night
Intertwining with all
the darkness inside
Catching fireflies in the sky
Hoping they could fill that void
Mazed moths flying into fire
Sudden urge of life to expire
Makes sense to me now
If I be the flying bug
and you my demise somehow
then i will have my grave dug
surging willingly to you
longing for one last hug.
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 3:26 PM UTC
Cigarettes after cigarettes after cigarettes ,
Barrels of nicotines
Sometimes green flowers with harsh smoke veil ,
Her tunnel she mazed with mist of darkness ,
Weaving the oblivion never knew where it leads ,
How it ends ,
She kept practising over and over again .
His voice was cold ,
Yet heavy and bold ,
Paving the dim yellow lights
He drilled the night's routine ,
Chased the bewildered dream ,
Like a wind and unseen ,
Reached the volcano's end ,
He saw her glistening eyes ,
No matter how dark the shade was ,
How in distant it was ,
Still shined like the silver queen of the sun ,
In her nest , panting ,
uncanny was her dance beat ,
Euphoric ideas enthralled by his sight ,
Roared in her veins ,
Like a blue bird she wanted to fly away ,
Like a humming bird she was crooning to his breath ,
A gorgeous gladiolus that she smelled ,
Quivered her toes from beneath the planet .
Between the bars two glances were met .
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Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 1:15 PM UTC
Look--
You took a book,
Filled the pages with your wages
Of sixteen silver sages--
What does it mean to me?
Fire prints, laundry lints,
The phone call that made me fall.
Walk down that hall where I feel so small.
That tricksy pixie lightened, tightened
The reigns in the rain I fell through a drain
Wish I could go insane.
Our feet in the mud, I watched
Throne of Blood,
The Fallen City of Ludd
Come back to me
Come Back To Me.
I'm a hack a washed up sack
On a beach I feel that leech
Begin to teach me the meaning
Of screaming
Out my emotional, devotional
Love for you.
Please be happy,
My thoughts are sappy.
I lap the sap, feel like crap,
Mazed in a trap,
There's no going back.
Forward.....
Motion.
My devotion like the ocean ends at the shore
I am a *****
Difficult rhymes for difficult times
Leaning on a crutch
"The human mind can only stand so much"
I would
Do anything I could
To make it good
For us to be--like the sea--
Crashing
Together
Forever
Whenever
You wanted.
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
Ginsburg threw me a line…
"on the black waters of Lethe", as I floated by.
A ware, launched in antiquity as tonal code,
lazily waiting the call,
dum did dum dum dum, drum drum drum
Big bass,
tickled in tune to the whistler washing dishes,
in the back, we've all seen
in the back, on TV
but are you,
really, for all reality is worth,
are you experienced, have you gone this far
before?
Have you changed a diaper on a rich old lady?
Seems like, right, one word to another,
line upon line, precepts perceptively retained.
Precious little is as it was.
Pre is a time-wise measure, how can we think
past thoughts,
we never cross the same river twice.
No question demands an answer in truth,
demands are put on servants, while we
are known as friends,
to all those floating on the Lethe,
well below the leavee, see, there those
same ol' good ol' boys discerning whiskey from rye.
They see time's a river, and I agree,
says this story to me, but
I say, it is a river of light on a bubble's inner edge,
I been there, Age of Lethe, a game I invented,
-- a virus, plays by lethargic rules, no effort needed,
living to steal and **** and destroy,
a minimalist First Person Shooter, steal **** destroy,
then it was hacked, steal **** destroy, mutated into
take **** destroy give,
which was odd, because all truth comes in three
pointy things, if then else
oops opposites spoo ffffffff effect
****** drama writ large, it was us,
the muses, dis-mazing the mazed again
a loss of time,
too bad. Three points equal one try. Aim.
So sad. Grieve for the fallen all we never knew,
the heroes unsung.
Goto the ant, thou sluggard living in a floating Barco
Lounger, drifting aimless--- ah, what if not,
what if I know a place,
just around the next bend, and
we get off there? What then, it's my story?
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 4:46 PM UTC
Whispers, telling me give up
You will never win her
‘Come on’ don’t be coward
You love her, you can’t give up on her, she is your everything
What’s that humming
This dilemma is suffocating me
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 4:35 PM UTC
friend
I dreamed of you
that you came to see me
and for an hour or two
my fantasies played true
as we tossed and turned
we made one from two
and now I am lost
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 10:04 AM UTC
*I am lost
Inside the maze
Of my convincing words*
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 10:15 AM UTC
*******
Juxtaposed are our hearts now,
Embracing me is your soul,
Near or far from glow,
Inside, like blood you flow,
Far you are yet so near, baby,
Amazed I stand in your precious love.
I want to say this now.
Love, care, or affection,
Oh call it whatever you may,
Very sure I am by the way,
Enjoying I am this infection.
You make your mind,
Only me you marry,
Unless death tears us apart.
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 8:07 AM UTC
I'm on a polar thing, I'm on a polar thing, I'm on a polar thing, from the north pole to the south pole, stuck in a maze, so I went out and Mazed talent out. With my name in the middle, with double T left, where I'm from means you, and nothing comes easy. Just check how dark my hallway was, till I found the light. O Glory, O Glory stay with me, a bayberry root to find my love. Feel the passion, chasing the spotlight, this is where my Demons are. All I ever hear is that is very rare, the eye of return. It could be because of the Isolation mysterious, in a ration of stations, a formation of God's creation. I'm on a polar thing.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 3:45 PM UTC
Connections laced on a thin fibre of hair, diminishing,
a once felt happiness fades away like waves,
a true passion inside, fire burning, unfinishing.
Honesty buried deep within the dirt of earth,
scarse to find a willing person to bare thier soul,
thier subconscious awareness searches for thier worth.
Mazed thoughts unable to reach the end,
a complex puzzle, an uncrackable safe,
a decadent direction of a willing faith.
A stressful peace unheard off,
like a light to a moth, a frail confused mind.
a seared picture on a glazed eyelense,
Unable to let go of such inadequate thoughts.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC
Dear Life...
Thou the silent watcher of time.
Death call's thee "A beautiful lie".
World Changed...
So did love!
Thou cozen with oneself and the world...wherefore?
Verily...I have changed!
Thou let me... mazed by the situation.
Yea! Time with thee tantiving like stallion.
Collecting betimes as much thyself can.
Cause where there's no plight, a mighty ship can sink as well....
So does a relationship!
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 9:59 PM UTC
Ships coming down
Straits of bone
To the bottom hole
Last to see
First to go
Hallowed fields of gold
Brushing gently
Upon little toes
Running to hearth and home
Earth grown
Empty sounds
Go unnoticed
In this field of brown
Ghosts roam around
Knowing not life
Like a winged fowl
Piercing gaze
And hunter's scowl
The reaper comes down
To mazed fields
Graced by dark and light
The fields change
While shadows roam by
Seeking peace in dualities
Opposite extremes
Scythe in hand, harvest is swift
The shadows gaze with uncertainty
Of the unseen
And all within intuition's grasp
Of the threshing fields
Shadows move in sun and moon
Seeking
Fields of gold,
An end to rough terrain,
Answers to the pain
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 9:39 PM UTC