"melliflous" poems
let everything thing you say sound unpredictable
that it is hard to believe
and no one will ever decipher those
incomprehensable
tools of mortality
i pull out my bones to dig a new grave
In the side of the road where we used to play
Where the grass was pulled up but the roots they never gave
The scent of their blood on the air is here always
a delicate dust lies just beneath
accept that
and with the casket leave the flashback
i want to be set free
no one can tell me
i want to be set free!
and if you've forgotten
i know you can forget your first love
forget that surprise the way you feel at sunrise
but in those eyes i cant let go
inability to focus on change
the trauma is set
trying to pledge a heart to a fugacious stone
trying to force a hand into an ephermal sound
no one wants to fade away
ive tried to capture a true change ive tried to manage pieces
obscure paths and bold statements traverse through centuries
confied in whimsical plague
Your contagious inure
I want to bring about in you a melliflous love
Burst forth in lands luminescent and redolent
I will give you unto the shooting stars and wasted spaces
Something that will always leave you faced with
the inability to fade away
one of opulent Petrichor
that dissolves with the clouds
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 12:53 PM UTC
To the point where it starts or is it to the point where it ends
A sinful but childish memory that knows its way to the back terminus
The coda of a moment with the certainity of a melliflous flow
What makes it deep and so ween is the never ending uncertainity
Uncertainity , whether its to the point where it starts , where it ends or is it just simply to the....!!!
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC
Chiliad years Logaphiles were written for us in many Eurythmic Forms to help comprehend ones Alexithymic;
The Orphic Lyrics of
Luftmensh Scops,
The Evanescence of Classical
Pieces of Merak Musicians,
The Timeless Dotish
Word in an Aubade,
The Aeipathy behind a
Bindlestill Writing Effable
Lines to an Auralize
Of an Epoch Poem,
The Sillage of
Camhanich in the
Lyrics of a Trouvaille Song,
Many Vagary were
written under the
Angelic Moon Phase
with Mid-Summer
Nites Dwaat Melliflous
of the Lite Breeze
through the Trees
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 11:48 AM UTC
You are my muse
the pigment in my hues
You bring me meaning
but sometimes the heart
can be deceiving
I'm risking myself from falling
but the more I resist
The further that I fall
The way your eyes shine
and the radiance in your smile
sends shivers down my spine
Your voice so melliflous
your laugh so vigorous
But I promise you darling
it's not just your skin
it's not the only reason
there's more about you
so much more
that I adore
Your flaws
your insecurities
seems to pass me by
I love you
I love your everything
Everything about you seems fitting
And this is what I am feeling
You're my everything
I cannot deny it any longer
Is it safe to say?
You've been haunting me
day by day
in my thoughts
and in my heart
you stayed
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 2:59 AM UTC