"myst" poems
A pretty blonde researcher
was observing, from a “blind”,
some Silverback Gorillas-
among the final of their kind.
The senior of the silverbacks,
his back turned towards the” blind”,
was communicating with his troop
with gestures much like sign.
“She who is observing us
is a member of that tribe
who fell from grace with Heaven
and was banished far and wide.”
“They were banished from this Eden,
and confounded in their speech.
They then made war upon each other
and have never once known peace”
“Observe, in them, their arrogance,
they think themselves evolved,
Yet they are apes that practice war
and ****** their own kind”
“A gorilla child knows not but love
and tenderness in kind.
Where there is many a human child
left neglected on the vine.”
From elsewhere in the Jungle came
the shouts of evil men.
Poachers of the coarsest sort
with Silverbacks in mind.
“Disperse my sons and daughters.
It’s time to flee and hide
from those who seek our hides and meat
to sanctuary, hie.”
The silverback then beat his chest
and, to buy the others time,
charged against those evil men
and, for his children, died.
Time passed before the searchers
came upon the blind
where the murdered Dian Fossey lay
where the Silverback had died.
Poachers want no witnesses
to their theft of meat and hide
They left with her the severed hands
of one not kin but kind.
Mar 18, 2012
Mar 18, 2012 at 6:00 PM UTC
My world is a-spinning,
I chase wild deer -
For pleasure, not trophies -
My conscience is clear.
I chase ‘em through forests,
Through grasslands and doles.
I find giant craters
And tiniest holes.
My eyes are wide open,
I hail all life,
Asleep all these years...
But now I’m alive!
I’m ready to ponder
The sense of it all.
My mind doesn’t wander -
This time, it’s my call.
I challenge old habits -
Deep-rooted they be -
My deer chasing rabbits
While rabbits chase me.
I’m easily happy,
My cry is of bliss,
My tongue fires wisdom,
My shots never miss.
I eagerly travel
Through darkness and light -
All myst’ries unravelled,
My troth here I plight:
To battle for freedom,
To fight for the poor,
To champion peace,
To ignore all the lures.
I never will falter -
My mind is my guard,
My faith is my altar,
My love is my God.
My world is a-spinning,
I’m dreaming all day.
My vision a-clearing -
Ill thoughts fade away.
And what of the wild deer? -
You might want to ask.
Gone home to the Highlands,
They’ve finished their task.
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 7:49 AM UTC
The moon in shadow lay
in solstice's midnight hour.
Distant stars gave off dim light
how feeble seemed their powers.
Dark cloaked Druids skulked about,
They moved from tree to tree
gathering the mistletoe
for their dread ceremony.
Primal terror filled my veins,
the blood borne juice of fear.
What should happen to you and I
if the Priests should find us here?
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 10:03 PM UTC
Head in the mountains
Heart in the seas
Feet in the rivers, in bays, in streams
Head in the logic
Heart in the dreams
Hands in the tension sew stitches and seams
Head in the skies
Heart in the breeze
Eyes in the stars chart new galaxies
Head in the wild
Heart in the free
You in my want, but not in my need.
Head in the clouds
Heart in the trees
Hair in the wind, like grasses and greens
Head in the known
Heart in myst'ries
Wishes in whispers waiting on maybes.
Head in the wander
Heart in the journey
Faith in the Author of my living story
Head in the mountains
Heart in the sea
Yet, Soul in the prayer of you finding me.
|b.g.|
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 4:51 PM UTC
alliteration in the title is as an aspect anally aspired
to a tee totally tot teetering
most metaphorically musical misses myst mystical matriculates into
xenophobia zats a hard one blew the whole ****** thing
i lost my alliteration my theme my (excuse the cliche)
train of thought
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
She stands there like a goddess in the myst
Truth is she's the goddess and the myst
Every single plot twist
Every vengeful fist
She is the all encompassing mother of creation
The source of all of your frustration
The train station, police man, "late-ing"
She's the one who tells you
Stop waiting.
And come find me.
I am everywhere but will you ever see all of me?
The Man gazes contently at Her everlasting beauty
He wonders if, truly, he will find every piece
But alas, it matters not - she's him, he's her
Infinity is nothing
Without a conscious observer.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 2:14 AM UTC
Under this silky whiteness,
Cloaking a hominid likeness.
This frosty awareness,
This thought-suspending numbness.
Dare I lift this veil?
Dare I solve this blanched myst’ry?
Dare I expel disbelief?
Dare I ***** anticipation’s hope?
The whispers of curiosity,
The desire to make visible,
The familiar face of serenity,
Render the boundary risible.
Under that shameful shroud,
(The face is familiar no more,
Serenity submits to Torment.)
Finality abounds.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 9:48 AM UTC
Clothed in our fancy garb of colored cloth,
We spin around the ballroom in our dance.
We float about on wings of dainty moth.
We dream our dreams of myst'ry and romance.
And yet why do we wear these feathered masks?
We hide our face because it's all an act.
We're players on the stage: it is our task
To entertain the crowd and to enact
A show where we take on another role.
We play the part that they assign us to,
And to please them is our only goal.
We dance for them until they say we're through.
When we conform we join this strange ballet,
And watch our own identities decay.
Jun 5, 2010
Jun 5, 2010 at 8:16 PM UTC
~
Waves of Love.
I will rise above the sea of myst
Glistening clouds I’ll kiss
Joyfully singing as Krishan I visit
O holy spirit
I fumble my words but I love you so
The one for whom we are given loving glow
My structure more or less rigid I know
Time to just go ahead and let it flow
Making sweet usic with keystrokes
Enduring nothing, loving for show
The light of a universe creating illusion
The confusion, always eluding
It is to known I will say it cldarly
The universe is made of love
So come on, get near me!
Not me, physical, though you may if you wish
But me the consciousness
For it is awareness
The giver of all that is
And I am so grateful
That I could give you all a kiss
Hi neighbors
Hi family
Hi friends
Hi lovers
We all need to begin
By loving each other.
@
Location
Troubling always
When you believe in location
As if there are some
And they are more valuable.
The world is not made of locations
It is always here
It is always here.
Location is mental
It is narrative of instrument
Be
Free
Live
#
123 numbers
One is Unity
Two is Separation
Three is Creativity
Four is Rationality
Five is the World
Six is Man
Seven is Heaven
8 is Infinity
9 is the End
10 begins again
Eleven is Unity
$
Money
Imaginary wealth
To distract us
From what truly is
%
100 of it is Love
^
As above
So below
&
And then…
Light
*
Stars that twinkle stars that shine
Hint at something, more divine
If you stay you’ll hear a message
“Don’t forget
You are a blessing!”
(
I think a lot of thoughts
But they are not me)
_
Floors don’t exist
And never
Is imaginary
+
Adding and subtracting is futile
The nature of the game
Is always 0
!
How could I forget
To exclaim
My name
K
Emanuel!
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 5:24 AM UTC
*her
alabaster
beauty
has
****** charm
an elegance and a
myst ery which she uses
to your harm.
she is lithe
and supple
attracts men
in swarms. but
she has a heart of
marble. so you'd
best stay calm
she taunts you
and she haunts
you. she will make
alarms... but she
cannot hold you
because she
♡has no♡
♡arms♡
♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡*
SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/23/2016
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 12:22 AM UTC
To Love You Is To Wake Up Every Morning
And Feel The Burden Of Emptiness
Watching An Void Linen Field
Empty Since The Beginning Of Time
To Love You Is To Close My Dark Wings
Upon The Emptiness Of Space
Listening To Mute Echo Of The Soul
Shouting To The Deaf Surrounding Darkness
To Love You Is To Fill Two Cups
With The Finest Black Nectar
Degusting The Bitter Fluid From the First
Imagining A Lipstick Mark fading on The Second
To Love You Is To Go On Day By Day
Learning To Forsake The Oppressive Present
Hoping The Gods Will Take Pity On The Resilience
Making Each Day A Footstep Brining You Closer
To Love You Is To Come In An Empty Home
Silently Opening The Door Of The Tomb
Being Afraid Of Re Discovering
The Loneliness Of Solitude
To Love You Is To Assume A Myst Form
Flying Across The Entangling Realms
To Finally Reach A Sanctuary Of Peace
Where I can Wrap You In A Comforting Haze
To Love You Is To Light Up Dancing Flames
A Seeing You Smiling At Them
Elemental Creatures Tangling In Joy
Pale Reflection Of A Past Long Gone
To Love You Is To Re Corporate
The Decaying Envelop Of My Existence
Hanging On The Frail Hope
That You Felt My Eternal Love
To Love You Is To Finally Accept Morpheus Call
Which Will allow Me To Survive To the Next Dawn
Dreaming That A Unforeseen Event
Will Forever Break The Infernal Cycle Of Separation
Warlock 12/2012
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 9:21 AM UTC
The sound of screeching train brakes.
Metal over metal, while those raindrops smash into the window
slowly falling down.
A pink sky burns away the streetlights on a road so desolate,
And no camera in my backpack.
Its the scent of standing on a roof and hearing how the wind whispers through that lonely tree that grows on top of it.
With a view far beyond the city limits.
The sweet taste of tiramisu ice cream and how she curls her lips.
Its that rusty soda can that hides for ages in the dirt.
And it takes ages to make food above a fire, yet a second to lose a friend.
Watching how the moon transforms.
Memories, those moments we take with us on our path.
Running through subway tunnels,
finding peace down under only to return back into my mess.
I remember how we used to walk those tracks for miles laughing/cursing life.
Smoking herbs on top of buildings, hearing gunshots in the streets.
Climbing walls, holes in my hands.
blood mixed with alcohol, at times my only friends.
How that glass smashed through my arm leaving me with stitches and those days I lost my hope.
Those floors and beds in places we claimed to be our own.
He told me "keep on walking" and I wonder is he still alive?
Memories, those moments we take with us on our path.
That new years eve we left eachother cursing after a smashed bottle of *****
We used to drop freestyles in the park and drink away the night.
It still hurts me that you died and left me here behind.
You put a mirror up in front of my face, and showed me my own end.
I learned alot from your mistakes and I hope you have your peace now.
You saw angels in the streets, and now I see them too.
At times not only angels, black demon dogs appearing from the myst.
Chasing us like crazy and when lost, they came again the next day.
Some things I cant explain.
Memories, those moments we take with us on our path.
As I sit here now, broke, I look back upon my life.
Thankful for the madness and the lessons I have learned.
I wish for something different, yet some things do not depend on me.
No clear path to walk like usual, hope that this works out.
I will always have myself, my camera my memories and dreams.
The road, the tracks, the rusted soda cans. Harbours full with ships.
The rain, the moon, and those cities full with life.
One year left to freeze my time, crossroads without end.
And in the end, the laughter and the tears are always worth it.
Dreams, those moments that drag us through our past.
Jul 17, 2010
Jul 17, 2010 at 12:01 PM UTC
Sweet,
Sweet poison.
I long to feel you in my veins.
Burning petals take me to new heights
Where God himself can feel the flames.
Roots that take where others don't dare,
A direct line to this ever beating heart.
Coursing through my every limb,
Until our worlds collapse and part.
Aroma so sweet,
Who could resist,
The stinging pain that is your kiss?
Monster of dependence.
Queen of misery.
Piece by piece you took away
What once was known as 'Me'.
What initially swallowed away my pain
Has only brought me more.
A bandage left on far too long,
Will account for this festering sore.
I am a ghost,
A myst of being.
I'm there in body with no soul.
Slowly, yet steadily,
You suffocate life,
Until of what was, bares witness your toll.
"Indulge," you say.
"Taste of what I give.
Take me in with every ounce
Of gluttony,
Of desire,
Of sin."
So in excess I delved into your arms,
To hide from all my fears.
Little did I realize your mission
Of wasting precious years.
It wasn't until you finally killed me,
That I truly became awake.
At last rid of the serpent slithering.
The intravenous Eve of the snakes.
Alexander found his use for you,
Some many years ago.
Let us hope my mistakes,
My longing for love,
Keeps others from feeling your blow.
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 6:16 PM UTC
A sheer myst
Of belligerents
Pessimists
Confessionalists
And jobless degenerates
Perpetually in progress
Just kicking it
On the Internet
It's a little bit sick
I just cant shake it
This taste of *****
As I look upon it
Then it dawned on me
I'm also looking at me
In the reflection
Projecting what I see
Deducting
The white noise of irrelevance
And filtering out the elements
Fluxing
With eloquence
And moving into and on with it
The back lit intelligence
Telling me how to live
The plugs are deep
And I take more than I can give
And together we feed
On gigs of distractions
Impacting
The worlds tragedies
Unraveling
At our fractured seams
The web unto me
Unbeknownst to actual casualties
I seem to fiend for the wars
The deplorable horrors
Exploring the contours
Of the obscure
But not to be as it seems
Maybe just to blur the mundane away
Merely may have it be
The fewer the flames
The better the dream
Profane blasphemy
With ******* means
In ***** slavers
Raving in the papers
Of danker things
Printed on the label
In the stables of kings
Pacing the ring singing
From the knees happily
So please
Just disconnect me
Infect me with reality
Push my proprietary
Philosophies installed in me
Over the edge
Make the pledge to disconnect
But I won't
Form the wedge of discontent
But I don't
In this very post
I cast my vote
And hope
For what?
I don't know
Just always stronger than before
And longer in the troll
As the binary flows
Through what I think I know
Even though knowingly opposed
To its rope of coping
Moping from a beam
Seemingly unreal
Spangling from the
Tink ...
Straining to think
And heaving
To breathe
Smiling in defeat
I'll keep clicking
From the sheets
From when I wake
To when I sleep
It's a discatastrophy
Condensing
Collecting
Calculating
And presenting
An electronic me
Unto me
Without grief
And seeping
Through the screen
I'd scream
But not one would hear me
Help me?
Help yourself ..
The interconnected me
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 11:15 PM UTC
sometimes it hits me really hard,
like in an instant, my world is backwards
and my heart is being squeezed too tightly-
just enough to hurt like hell.
i'm suddenly drowning in blankets
that smell like us
and pillows that have
blood stains on them,
my eyeliner is smeared and
my hair is a mess.
i'm back in your basement,
and i don't know how to leave.
we're eating dinner while watching
fringe, supernatural, chuck,
and your dad made me my own pasta
(i love that man to an indescribable extent).
i look over at you and suddenly something changes.
your eyes have gotten darker,
your hair is knotted and your face older,
your laugh has faded away.
you went and grew up without me.
you make me nervous, sweets,
and i know i've already lost you.
you scare me, kid.
i'm trying to leave,
trying to hurry past the quilt on your wall
and the screaming cat on the stairs.
i'm attempting to escape the fear
that you've instilled in me.
but i realize that the thing i fear
is a whole different person
than the one i ate pretzels with
and fell asleep with while watching
donnie darko and **** bill.
he isn't the one who
sang songs to me, or
tickled me until i was sobbing, or
looked at me as if i was
the best girl in the world.
this was a whole new person.
and i didn't know a single
thing about him.
so now when all of this hits me
and i realize it's completely real,
that i lost my best friend and
the man i wanted to marry,
i realize that i've been
mourning this for a year now.
i lost him a long time ago.
i've dealt with this already.
i can smile now,
i can laugh.
i can finally be me again.
and while i know i'll always love him,
i can just remember those better years,
when we'd watch scary movies in the dark
and play myst and nancy drew in my basement.
i can just remember him as the boy
with summer across his cheeks
and a grin that made me giddy.
he was the healing i always needed and
i can never thank him enough.
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 4:06 PM UTC
Silence
Silence everywhere
A world of myst and trees
A world of no one, nothing, not a solitary dream
A creature walked before me
It’s skin as grey as stone
A creature of no gender
A creature of no home
It was naked as the night was cold
Veiled by an inverse wing
Not metallic nor of feather
A transcendental ethereal thing
I asked it all my questions
And it spoke not a word
I asked it for redemption
And i heard just the sound of birds
It took me by the hand in silence
Warped me in its wing
I finally saw the truth of all
As the Albatross did scream
It was no messiah
No god with beard of white
Just protection of the watcher
The Albion in the night
Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 6:39 PM UTC
one by one.
as the first sun rises, each raindrop
falls from
the Gutter's Edge.
each after the last.
a foot a time,
setting the hunter's trail
through Natura's White.
inhale, exhale.
weary heart-beats in-sync
vivid sense, one with the Myst
steamy breath in fog.
awaken, scintillate.
shying pupil
exposing Iris' Secrets
by light streams through blinds.
finally.
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 4:58 PM UTC
i.
A hand reaches
from the myst
and bids me forth
to the darkness.
He tells me not to fear
"You are safe," he murmurs.
The pit of my liver
reminds me otherwise.
Candles,
statues,
and books
fill this moldy chamber.
My whisper
searches for him,
but I recall
only his shadow.
ii.
She lay frozen
in limbo
when I first saw her.
I tended
to her wounds
and redefined her muscles,
for she had none.
She gazed at my broken flesh
with eyes
that pierced my stomach.
At that moment, I knew
her heart was full of tears
and not to fear her touch.
She is both Aphrodite
and Artemis
and I am nothing
if not her slave.
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 12:22 PM UTC
(alternately titled: ah me go march'n home on derange)
I'll play the devil's advocate, yet
prepare a stance with pitchfork
against misinterpreted faux attempt
to describe, how whet
d'ya column re: immigration officials coe vet
patrol, police, and poison tranquil casa blanca
where killer attack dogs fiendishly pin set
ting sharp fangs at jugular vein of respectful,
dutiful, and blissful (or at least
prior to being sniffed out) innocent
long time laborer on American soil now get
ting Das Boot to their unfamiliar Motherland
(despite living social
as law abiding righteous folks) fret
full, cuz unfairly punished, and
cruelly deported, dispirited, doomed
pained visage non verbally articulates
at un war rented deportation you bet!
with just a flick of the wrist
and alien hated, pigheaded,
and xenophobic ventriloquist
bring back the Alien and Sedition Acts
with a Trumpeting Latina, Hispanic,
and for good measure Mulatto twist,
where original writ (signed into law
by President John Adams in 1798),
historical footnote, aye cannot resist
spooking (like a ghost), those *** pill
born south of the border pooped and ******
in potties of this proud country, sans free and brave
now frightfully get flushed out
glad to feign dis guise
as one among select Geronimo cadre
we henchman lubricate
wheels of injustice myst
tuff hie hiding dark shadows
(along the edge of night)
thence paddy wagon comes
to screeching halt nabbing
an "illegal alien" name on hit list
code word "bag dad" (biggest quarry)
and score a win
for Barren Trump Tah Mahal Incorporated
impossible mission special ops sentry slithers as trained
fearless to shackle ******* ranked big hest
catch also including ***** prize,
as you correctly guessed.
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 2:33 AM UTC
Those are soft windows that keep these four eyed rooms in our pretty cat yarns. Asleep under the mouth of a friend, or a spiral love contained in each small hair. What formula the birds make at our wandering language(s)– researched for eighteen years before we meet in the flesh beneath a flickering halogen. Arms we attach, the extra wings that we have set upon one another's broken shoulders– the ones to repair the loss and pay for damages inside our breath. Souls wiggling next to each other from the radio waves inside us, to the licking skin, a nights alone weave person to long anchored person– Build the secret machine in us. Tuned at that night watch as the snow passes down our loving loop story– It's Myst of our devises we must someday submerge, alone one another to final transmitter tower, a dark left turn upon the electric, we gotta go down that channel, the open sign where an electric daisy rises up.
Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 10:17 PM UTC
"There is danger in that night
Where shadows swell and steal the light
And strangers stroll the emptied street
With hooded eye and shushing feet,
Where thieves and brigands skulk about...
Please, my children, don't go out!"
*"Mother! Father! How you fuss!
Can't you hear it call to us?
Can't you hear its music play
Strange refrains from Far Away?
Young blood burns to run and leap
Where shadows crawl and myst'ries creep!"*
"Wards of Evil roam the road
Wanderers from Hells abode,
Refugees from Satans gaol'
Wicked banshies shriek and wail!
Here inside it's safe and bright...
Please don't go out in that night!"
*"But how we yearn to wander there,
Out into the star-spun air,
Out where sacred secrets dwell.
Drink, we must, from moon-kissed well!
So let us go, let us take flight...
For we are children of the night."*
Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 3:06 PM UTC
**Keys were taken from us and so we begged them to stay.
The clouds were everywhere and they were black and they were full.
As we sat under the night sun, a hole opened up in the brume and, through it, dog pilots commenced their disputes.
They shot and formed and shot some more until the Weeping Moon rose and the sun wept no more.
Black Tears fled the sky and dyed The Earth's colours blue.
Angel Myst lifted from our souls and bid their shadowy hollows adieu.
Oblivious; perched, we blissfully remained until the Curse of Consciousness in Calamity was later regained.**
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 6:21 AM UTC
sand and endless myst
smiling through a viewfinder
eating fries and fish
Jun 25, 2010
Jun 25, 2010 at 7:50 AM UTC
He left the house in such a rush
He could not stand the noise
The screaming, crying and shouting
He had no other choice
Than to run across the front yard
Where no flower had grown in years
To be thrown upon the pavement
Drowning in his tears
He walked for many miles and thought
Of the freedom he had gained
In the myst of night a bar appeared
A warm shelter from the rain
He drank and laughed and drank some more
While old friends had been long gone
He threw up on the pavement
Thrown out and on his own
For hours and hours he crawled and found
The streets were dark and cold
Till a new day came upon him
And a new life did unfold
A woman, young and beautiful
Took care of him that day
Their love should last for ever
And he would always stay
But darkness came and took her heart
She died one night in May
She left him a handful of flower seeds
And no more words to say
He wandered with no purpose
The years went by and by
Till he came across a front yard
Where the earth was hard and dry
A degraded house was all that’s left
And a memory of sound
In his hand the seeds of love he held
And he dropped them on the ground
Then suddenly he stopped and turned
In his eyes the light was new
From the ground where he just stood on
A flower gently grew...
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 1:03 AM UTC
..Beyond the vail
....Faraway from the myst..
......Ignorance remain bliss.
May 22, 2023
May 22, 2023 at 4:12 PM UTC