"mimicing" poems
No thought can grasp this
ocean we enter
in Holy embrace
together.
This Placeless place
echoes a memory,
unseen here, only Love
carried in waves of light.
Fingers soft as petals of Lilly
lifting into infinity, touching gently,
with the delicacy of a Lover
bound by Heart to the Beloved.
In Reverence you reach
to meet the unseen song of no-thing
as the One Heart opens, revealing
fragrance mimicing the fields of Heavens on High.
Sharing the feast of Heart
boundless, awake
waves of intoxicated bliss opening This
as He decends upon, as your lips.
Dancing under moonlight
no eyes can see
delighting in poem
no words can speak.
The ocean sings of Silence
to the ship longing for shore
washing away all sense
of "two", all need for "more".
We, ever becoming
take off on a star heading for Truth
and leave the sleeping and waking
to the dreamers.
The Lover's destiny
is the union Absolute,
following the inevitable, miraculous
disappearance of the universe.
Ocean and waves voyaged in Mind
become worldless Void
You and I,
Boundless, Unborn Love
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC
A black man souled me my religion with his silhouetted blues and glit'ring worlds
Carved my faith with an old fashioned mic and tilted cap
I was a product of societies blue eyes and blonde hair
Trapped behind the funeral veil being poured into our rivers from the polluted pipes of reality
I watched God's eye as they scanned the deserted souls of our landscape
Wept floods of sorrow through our illusioned damns of hope
Leaving us alone to tend to the graveyard of our dreams
Questioning the mimicing raven, that can only give the answers we never wanted to hear. . .
But crying would be fruitless if we could see what's coming
Like fishing in the mutated waters of society
Shocking, but expected
Then again leaving the hook and closing the window would just make us irresponsible
So we slip into the sleeping game of time, sliding under the covers of trust
Hoping to find a shield from the boogie man in the sheets
Only to find that the boogie man rest here too
Puts good night kisses in the pillow cases to poison my dreams
And along with these realizations comes the drying of my faith in the old fashioned mic and tilted cap
Because the black man that souled me my religion forgot to mention that all that glitters, is not gold
Aug 22, 2010
Aug 22, 2010 at 5:40 PM UTC
*Fire Folding Fringes Of Forgotten Paper,
Embers Glowing Gently In The Sky,
Mimicing The Stars--Tangled In The Very Fabric,
Of The Web Of Words In A Worn Script,
Cryptic Yet So Familiar It Hurts,
Golden And Scarlett The Trail Burns Torrid,
The Fire Swallows The Moon In One Hearty Gulp,
And The Flame Stitches That Empty Chasm Shut,
Blackened Smoke Seals The Last Crevasses In The Sky,
Leaving The Stars Peering Through Thick Clouds,
And The Embers Waved To Them Lightly,
As They Completely Cooled And Fell As Husks,
And The Mighty Flames Still Reached For Out Of This World,
Soot Stained The Ground Paving The Path Goodbye,
The Flame Slowly Dwindled To A Light Kindle,
As My Eyes Ajusted To The Returning Moonlight*
Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 11:04 PM UTC
I see our memories all around me,
like the ghosts from former lives, trapped in time
Where we shared our first kiss, where you told me how
much you loved my touch, were we ran to escape it all
I revel in the depth and weight of precious recollection
lose myself in the countless hours spent together, two becoming one
your absence is palpable, I still hold your hand in mine,
smell your shampoo, taste your lips, feel the heat of your skin
our star burned too quickly, and the resultant supernova consumed us
Or were you my oasis--a drop of water to a dying man
that drop turned to a torrent, then a deluge that drowned me in your past
It's so much easier to speak a hard truth at night,
when you can't see the impact crater a simple good-bye leaves
So I walk these hallways, mimicing the act of living
While my head and heart are trapped in echoes of the past
My days are filled with rose-hued memories of you
I chase your ghost still
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 10:14 AM UTC
Focusing on taking steps after steps
but forgetting to take a breath
Mimicing strength while my shield was rusting
I said I am fine too many times
I know this shell needed to break
So I could shine
This mask needed to fade away
So I could look at myself in the mirror
Admitting my vulnerability
and finding the chemistry of happiness
Admitting my ignorance
and finding the road to knowledge
Where there is room for improvement
There is space to grow
When things seem to collapse
Just an opportunity to start again
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 5:38 AM UTC
Slober knocked back to a cadence measure.
Turning in tune with the illusion of leisure.
Stand at fault, holding the gun.
Cryptic followings at the point of a pun.
Deny and defile the logic of man.
Floating backwards catching a cancerous tan.
Indescency accepted as common form
The policies for which are quick to swarm.
Holdings in life, seem to diminish.
Removed suddenly of their veenered finish.
Left aside as needless want
A proxy value for those too gaunt.
Picked up again by mimicing lepers,
Balling their eyes out as communication severs.
Catching a reflection in the glint of an eye.
Turning quickly, as not to pry.
Beholden, clearly, to a bare ideal.
Something tangible to which one would kneel.
Beckoned forth in a fleeting glimpse.
The man has not been heard from since.
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 9:11 AM UTC
Mimicing people who are ok,
Ostracising the heart,
Vowing to never bother the other person,
Imagining a life where you are ok
Never sleeping because demons lurk
Giving up hope of getting back together.
Openly admitting that you miss them
Never really did forget or stop missing them.
I don't think I will ever move on
But one day my emotions will be gone,
So when that day comes, I'll cherish memories,
As I pray to the gods that overlook the seas.
I won't ever be able to fully move on,
But its trying to is what counts right?
Maybe all in all I'll find a way to stop loving you,
But the chances of that are very slim.
But you've moved on....and all I can do
Is to wish you all the best.
And to let you know, ***** is lucky to have you.
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 4:08 AM UTC