"mistified" poems
Can the wind bring it back as it took it away?
Nothing's floating around,the water's calm at the bay
Then the moment it comes as a scream is overheard
Flailing arms, desperation and heads start to turn
All the patrons around follow him with their eyes
Mistified, frowning foreheads, watching his demise
As the emperor falls, darker clouds fill the sky
Those who watched didn't act, those who fought didn't cry
In the aftermath glory or tragedy as seen on theirs heads
The quiet returned, nothing's been learned, they lay sleepless on their beds.
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 9:07 AM UTC
Outside my own Heart
Lingers a beating, throbbing part
Large and small all at once
Mistified by shape and tone of what once was
Better Loves come about more than once
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
I wonder,
Of my place
Of my time.
I wonder,
Of my thoughts
Of my mind.
I ponder,
Thought of thought
Breadths and depths.
How shallow, or deep
They can tend to get.
For there's no perception,
Beyond my own.
You know not all,
Nor where we home.
It stands alone,
With me out there.
I follow it's word
Without me where
It's humming and pounding
and stillness in shouting
phases the best;
Worse, deaf to the hounding.
Inside my skull
I, mistified,
through blood 'n' bone,
See no mind,
T'which I can name a name
And stake a claim to be
Anything less,
Than Mystery.
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 10:31 AM UTC