"megalithic" poems
The birth of our sun wrote megalithic,
two-word bursts of observable heat to life.
It pounded the density of a billion
squealing animals and thought itself
star—a pencil
being lifted by an oven-mitted hand
somehow deft, fortune-telling
witch.
sun—which will, in time,
bow out to a goodnight city
where every light is eaten
by dark-spelled window—no reflection
of flame,
no kiss of magnet—no
just cold death to
the bones—a molded meatball
dancing in a spiral once believed
to be beautiful.
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 11:20 AM UTC
We are protected from so much pain. For example: graves.
The earth’s roots and brown-black blood are busy
covering the soft, violated bodies of our loves.
Death is a secret, and the rain with its many hands
washes off the streets to the gutters death’s thick surprise.
The automatic shutter of the eye never fails,
the courtesies of the tongue. What goes on in the rooms of houses
is guarded from us by the hardwood doors,
the carefully closed windows. Whatever was said or done,
night will come, eagerly, to clean up.
And death will shield us, in time,
from the sun’s megalithic promise:
Tomorrow, the same day.
Tomorrow, the same day.
For example: A flower
is the most beautiful lie.
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 10:26 AM UTC
I have been daydreaming my dream.
Can I tell you what that is?
Standing on a stage in front of a
supremely silent crowd as I
speak of my heart. My life.
My God.
JESUS CHRIST.
This after performing the most
righteous (hippie slang for awesome) music. Music I have
written and SO long to share with
the world.
I have been preparing for this
all my life. Even though I was raised
an atheist. I've had this dream to
stand up for something of the
greatest impact, importance
and beauty.
I had this dream of
Jesus Christ returning you see.
When I was 10. I know His Spirit
has never left. But He will
return ******
I DREAMT THIS BEFORE I EVER
READ THE BIBLE OR WENT TO
CHURCH. He came to me in this
dream. On a white horse and the
Host behind Him. From the clouds
they rode in pure GLORY!
I could not see His face. But I sure
heard His voice. Which said;
"Cathy. I'm coming back.
You and your family
have to be READY".
Maybe you are an unbeliever.
But can you see how I would feel
as I do? Also go to the site search engine. Type in "Salvation Story
by SoulSurvivor". If this testimony
doesn't move you nothing will.
I want to share with the world
how Jesus Christ literally saved
my life. What better way than
with music? The universal
language.
I have a dream. Of megalithic
angels standing around the stadium.
People in AWE! Not of me.
*Of God*.
My message?
No more war.
LOVE.
REPENTANCE.
LEVELING OF PRIDE.
FORGIVENESS.
I believe that God would not
have put this in my heart if He
didn't want to, at least, allow me
to TRY!
I have a dream. That i was broken.
Then completely healed.
In my BODY, MIND and SPIRIT.
For 20 years God has been
leveling my pride. It needed it.
For 10 I've been writing
poetry, music and songs.
Now it's time.
My music will be released on
YouTube and Soundcloud
next month. The links announced.
I figure if you're gonna dream...
**DREAM BiG**.
Notice the little i in the middle of
BiG? That's ME. If I get a big head
*the weight of it will make me fall.*
Will you support me? PRAY.
Send good thoughts skyward.
I'll need every last one.
Thank you!
♥ Catherine
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
For some, certain places
hold a rather mythic oeuvre
in our veins; they are seen as places of magic.
Maybe a cyclist couple
have spent most of their money
on traveling the world for their blog,
their last stop is New York City
so that they may get pictures of themselves
at places like The Brooklyn Bridge, Lady Liberty
& that megalithic skyline reaching the clouds.
Or maybe a foodie from Wisconsin
just wants to try Famous Ben's Pizza on the West Side
because its New York fuckin' New York pizza.
Maybe a doe-eyed screenwriter skips
his flat square suburban town
to sell his words and soul to the sprawling sunny L.A
where dreams are made in pixels.
Maybe some New Age beaded wrist to ankle lady
spent her life savings to jump over the ocean
to visit the ancient pyramids built for a purpose
yet fully known.
Maybe a bearded dude
visits Easter Island to try and understand
the complexities of his ancestors while
soaking in the rich vastness of nature around.
Maybe I used to see places this way. Probably...
But in these places people live!
It's not mythology to them.
Maybe every night a homeless man prays
& begs for food on the late night A-train in NYC.
Maybe a middle-aged fading blonde couple
spend their time in L.A at a health food store
to recoup the savings they lost joining a cult way back when.
Maybe a Swedish teen traverses the trash
and littered-burned streets of Giza everyday
on her way to work
hoping funny looks aren't shot her way
for the way she dresses
or shouted at by bearded Salafi men.
Maybe a rare species of bug is unknowingly stepped on
in Easter Island.
Today, i see magic in getting lost on the NYC subway.
I found magic mythology on the beaches of Dahab,
80 miles away from Cairo.
I see magic in the mythologies,
while others live it,
the daily grind.
It's all around if you know where to look.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC
In the Monolithic municipalities,
We shalt wander betwixt the
megalithic glyph's; bairn's of
somandric design, extra-
terrestrial's of wild blue
Yonder rhyme, sealed
By a kiss. Verily, verily,
Twas heaven's wish.
For me and mine
Jane, to jump
Aboard,
Another's
Ship's.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedicated
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 7:59 PM UTC
Watching the April northerly
Blow the Spring away to sea from Galloway
Towards Ireland
The lee of the **** for shelter
Low sun warming your face
Massive frequent clouds, megalithic
Dull below to towering snow-white heaven
Their wind-driven gunmetal shadows rush out to sea
The bay, at distance, a breastplate of pewter
Beaten across with countless, tiny hammerings
With animal purpose a shape moves slowly,
Breaking the horizon heading for Man
The breeze, coltish, struggling to be gone
Headstrong with promise and challenge
A fine day for such a crossing!
Mar 18, 2011
Mar 18, 2011 at 2:21 PM UTC
Green bodied bison
with brown branch legs
press over and in
the frontage roads
that I am passing.
Monolithic green forms
moving forth like
a herd of wild
but super slow
silly buffalo.
Almost static
except for
the way they move
in the summer wind
flowing back and forth
then back again.
What a wonderful set of
modern megalithic
monsters made from
my imagination.
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qV-Khs9Rqxs
Listen while reciting - Enjoy!!
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Alchemical Butterfly
wing in the sky
eastern diamond bay
we were born this way
everyone will cry
Shhh It's all okay
Garden of God at play
megalithic dao
mirror of now
everyone is gay
I'm tired of the human race
But have love for god
I want to leave this earth
but float among space
And look back, from a pod
Im forgetting all name and form
And feeling as if I were never born
I cannot tell if it is after or before
All is now wet, I smile as it pours
Another barrier between my place and yours
But thats okay I like it inside
Closer to my heart for my soul to untie
Where there are no clocks
because people don't have the time
Life is a lie and the truth is everyone will die
So set me free from here
the land of the sun
where people are blind
the land of the gun
where humans **** their kind
My soul is a boat
Distant from shore
Bending the horizon
onward to nevermore
no body to tote
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 12:44 PM UTC