"ministration" poems
the reticent bard sits,
strung on a fence.
his fear of leaping
one side or t'other
has given him a sore ***
he's sat there for years.
his songs, sung to the birds
of the field, fly softly through
the air.
and not a one hears him
and not a one cares,
the reticent bard reflects
his contemplation lost
to an audience unhearing
the birds of the field,
hearing his sighs,
wing their flight
to places unknown.
our dear bard,
in solitude laments
his yearning
the reticent bard has forgotten
the majestic ministration of words.
that mysterious music
which sings into the air,
and returns magic,
far and near.
--bruised orange
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
the reticent bard sits,
strung on a fence.
his fear of leaping
one side or t'other
has given him a sore ***
he's sat there for years.
his songs, sung to the birds
of the field, fly softly through
the air.
and not a one hears him
and not a one cares,
the reticent bard reflects
his contemplation lost
to an audience unhearing
the birds of the field,
hearing his sighs,
wing their flight
to places unknown.
our dear bard,
in solitude laments
his yearning
the reticent bard has forgotten
the majestic ministration of words.
that mysterious music
which sings into the air,
and returns magic,
far and near.
--bruised orange
Oct 6, 2011
Oct 6, 2011 at 9:06 PM UTC
Never had I seen such beauty like yours,
Such a worthwhile smile that shapes me like a file.
Never had I seen such wit as yours,
Such a rightful judge to the cruel misrule.
Never had I seen such persona, with playfulness, reasonableness, uprightness, and inquisitiveness.
Never had I seen perfection, the quintessential condensation of all great characterization, in balance with my imperfection.
Yet it is only wise to appreciate you with my eyes, as my body is apprehended by the past, the future, the time, and the agony.
The life I've experienced has taught me that love is futile, served with sadness and unhappiness and dolefulness with a side of temporary blissfulness.
The idea of success impedes me from obtaining happiness, from settling for ‘less’ and portray a smile nevertheless.
Warped by expectation, limitation, and exploitation, time isn't sufficient to provide you with my fixation, affectation, and ministration.
Sustainability I cannot devise for when I witness your brown eyes, brown like earth, which with the kiss of rain and the seed of love can allow the flourish of life and euphoria never dreamed of.
My heart accelerates uncontrollably, approaching me to a heart attack of which I'm never coming back.
I suffocate as you leave me breathless, yet you suppress my stress and hopelessness.
I so wish to warm your hand while wrapping around your arm.
I so wish to embrace you in my arms and promise you safety for eternity.
I so wish to feel your lips and your hips, never letting go until the last grasp of my fingertips.
I so wish to stare at the stars to your side, while I admire your eyes, hoping that our love never dies.
But being with you is an impossibility, in addition to an atrocity.
Separated by time, a history, and personalities, war would form and never end in peace,
For my peasantry doesn't deserve your royalty,
For my filthiness shan't nudge your pureness,
For my darkness can't cohere with your brightness.
I'd be put to trial for the exile of your smile, the most intact of the wonders of the world that would now be purled.
I wish I could love you but never will I deserve you,
Never will we be together, for we would be an incompatible tether.
I wish I could be with you but it is true that we are through,
Never shall our past be repeated, for it won't be greeted, but rather maltreated.
I wish I could but I've understood from our childhood where I stood and where I stand,
Never will I know, if I were… with you, know where it would lead to.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
Emasculation, no
*********** needing
Ministration: handy
************
Mitigation
Yah, bruh
Handy dandy
Some vacation
A friction revelation
Whao!
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 12:08 AM UTC
I imagine you calm,
A sentient being.
The world to which you bow to unfolding before your eyes, a kind of rapturing. Finally unwinding to reveal the truth it has always held: you are tired and the rain seems to never stop long enough to let you empty,
It pours,
Endlessly. Leaving streams into which you drown.
It perches atop your shoulders, this tiredness, chirping songs not of succor, not of hope but a call to your final moments. A ministration.
To a resting place you do not know.
Please do not answer.
Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 7:03 PM UTC
Solitary Chapter II
O Hallowed quieten!
Adopt my flutter and absorb me
Unveil my attaint and abide in me
Establish a sanctuary, in my grime
In the susurration of mine ministration
.... cleanse this aloofness
Make it my armour from foray
And my soul to you will belong
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 3:38 AM UTC
Join us; We are the Ministration of Defenestration. We commit the deed when we sojourn through the windows of our realities... as you so achieve as well. Thus you already exist for our purpose. Join us.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 8:22 PM UTC
Releasing The Seed Savage
Rooted and built up in the receives-refiner,
Being comfortable among the treasures of abounding
grace after the fullness wherein that see the glorifying signals.
Circumcising the mysteries in the ark within the praise,
putting the impact of desperation in the charity which is the
bond of perfectness.
Chiefly sanctifying the gasecious enablement within the
spirit jubilee through the investment of biblical images…
flying greatness in the ordination, gathering up ***** by
the encounter of joy unstoppable.
Testing the test of time within the voracious vibration,
Spouses the humbleness in the gifts reassurance synergy.
Sworing the signals among the baptizing destinies with full
Back-up, in much potency entering the higher of profession.
Penetrating the hope firm living through the genetic-exhortation.
Bearing onto complete witnesses in the crow nest multitudes.
Fertilising the ministration within the marvel of spiritual allocations,
In the banquet therapy where of spread the echoes the virtue at upper room.
Revolutionalising the secret provision to 1000 Times More into
the “Just-Tidy” faculty.
Furthering the enterprise within the infalliable proof.
Your Sensitivity-in-the Voluminous,
SURETICE TONGUE
Email: [email protected]
RHEMA PIPELINE.Releasing The Seed Sava
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 4:43 AM UTC