"niveous" poems
*You deluge my eyes
In aqueous bombs
Because you love me
In ways that defy existentiality,
That hallow my spirit,
That quake terraqueous Gaia,
Exhale me as a Cosmos
―Of the Cosmo-Plexus of the Wildest Love.
Consecrate me O Niveous Dove,
With thine pearlescent eyes
For love
(Ineffably tender)
Is your Gender.
Pain is my golden raiment,
Dirge and piety
For you
Stir in my soul
By the thew of your
Beauteous, Tempestuous Affections.
Create in me
An intemerate heart;
Impregnable,
For then I will know
That the Silver Wings of Dreams
Are impregnable.
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 7:55 AM UTC
Bathtubs don’t work for quantum suicide
But every time I take one,
A part of me dies
What was nice under the crescent aglow?
Drunk on stars, or the moon lit show…
Ash of night, cradled what was once mine,
The repertoire of ever-syncing- jawlines.
Puissant is the chalice, its exaltation shined so bright,
Bestowed liberation underneath the chatoyant light,
The open windows left niveous fogs-
Breathed -stained –air, against crystal *****
Alive and one, under the entire earthly tempo,
Together left her organic imprints of art nouveau.
Beneath the warmth and petrichor ground,
The Lord and Lady commence to be crowned.
...Tree roots sink as veins of gods.
The serpent whispers his mellifluous facade...
The sharp shove of love’s first arrow
Lover’s spit, a seed for cupid’s bucolic furrow.
Scripture of Solomon’s *** temple of doom
All within the nicotine-stained-blue-infrared-bedroom,
Velvet allure, bellies of vigor,
The cold point, the pulled trigger.
Dance of Thelma, ancient cults of non-lovers
Feasting north, under the Horned God’s antlers.
The concoction of the widow’s deviated lust
Skins alive, the excited wolf-mans’ husk…
The gun’s mouth ex hailed bullets of smoke
Piercing hot wounds became tender lilts in up word strokes.
Still, they brought, perforating ice knives through the chest
Catching fades perpetually, just until two came abreast.
The shadow dalliance and hair pulls leave those weary,
The anise flower seeds sanction the suffering query.
What was once so beautiful at night?
Forgotten, as I turned red-haired-heathen in morning’s sight
So I take my hot bath, inure in my offing.
Emollient paean of the porcelain,
...which is my skin
See you, my ethereal being,
In short time spring will be fleeting
May 8, 2012
May 8, 2012 at 11:43 AM UTC
The country lane is covered with powdery snow,
Like a blanket it clasps the street and field;
The icy wind is uttering an auspicious sough.
Trudging towards my destination that niveous fir trees yield.
Amidst the eerie lonely hush, down in the frozen valley,
A glimmer of light reflecting on crystalline snowflakes;
The place appearing like a lighthouse down the alley.
I reach your house, next to the frozen solid lake,
It is the only bright glare in this devouring black night.
You are my stars in the universe, guiding me through the dark,
You are my anchor in the untamed tides, precluding me to roam;
And with a violent streak of intuition, like a sudden spark,
A feeling of bliss - I realize I finally arrived at home.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 1:09 PM UTC
Butterflies dissolve like honey-colored lacquer
as I wander the insides of this bright amber moon.
I look for Mother behind a shaded glow-tree.
It is there that I find her folding clouds while bluebirds
dance in the hollow of her heart…
She’s redolent like star-oil from a night-blooming cereus,
With hair never-ending like shadows
sealed from the palest of light.
Her eyes are like tanzanite orbs set ablaze.
She wears robes made of koi scales, and silk from the sea.
As I gathered pearls for her from the mouth of lapis lazuli
shores, my feet touch the chilled sands as shells scurried
from my foot-falls.
As I fetched gossamer from a crystal spider
hiding in a nearby constellation, gold web danced through
my cramoisy hair.
With all of these things, I sat beneath a niveous dune,
out of sight from Mother as I made her a necklace that
resembled the remnants of a galaxy that she once lost.
When I presented my gift, she smiled, then gently
whispered:
"The bright galaxy standing before me is more than enough."
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 10:22 AM UTC
how to move in
yuppie world not my own
yuppie circles all fake owned phony skills
shyster lies honed like blade on fool's gold
****** as i am laughing sinking thinking
who really tells the truth
no straight n narrow
no translucent niveous lies (cheater)
what say you
shady backroom deals
pool game with two 8 *****
a better fit for liar like me
what say you
perfidy i tire of these games
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
Early in Spring
before Mountain Laurel bloom,
when the greyness of Winter
won't give up Her gloom.
I too can't let go
of our broken tune,
for now I will sing it alone,
now I will sing it alone.
Clouds swirl and open,
niveous rays of light stream down.
Like God's omnipotent vision
upon this unfamiliar ground.
And where on earth
is love lost or found,
or was it ever here at all,
was it ever here at all?
Sitting by the singing stream
that use to laugh, that made me dream.
Now I have the veins of a stone,
and can't unsow the seeds we have sown.
Dusk falls upon me
with no promise of dawn.
Peace fills a fern field with the suckling of a fawn.
But the love that I could touch
is now dead and is gone,
and I have no tears left to cry,
I have no tears left to cry.
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 12:13 PM UTC
Body Oh My Mpumi!!!!
You are Dulcet Sweet,
Your voice is mellifluous,
Oh !! Actually is sonorous,
Oh my you are ineffable,
Even if you a far,
You are so effulgent than empyrean,
You look like erne,
Oh my mpumi,
You have nice orb,
You the one I want to wed,
Im taking you to ether in Zenith,
You deserve to be at Zenith:
Oh my mpumi your abode is on my heart,
I'm so orgulous ,
It felt so niveous ,
Oh you switch my moods,
Ere I was Beguile,
But you came I become cascade,
Felt caprice,
I was on a sweet place,
Oh my Oh my I Singh ,
It is so tough,
Star falling down,
Moon have paas to decade,
My my lips are sled,
Oh is not tempered,
I love you my mpumi,
You such an lovey-dovey...
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 5:35 PM UTC
Breathing in the fresh air near the trees of serpentine purple,
To inhume the dolour of my dejected loneliness..
In the distressing ire I am that lacustrine,,
Listening the soft lay in the beautiful lea..
People know, my wounds are plumbless,,
No tears in my orbs , seems I am mage....
People here are serpents who don't slay,,
But are giving the bad sempiternal gashes...
Now look at my stygian tenebrous visage,,
From which poesy is flowing with a plashing sound...
You,, know their life was in pitch_dark,,,
Now is lucent and niveous, orgulous!! what I did,,
Those toys of clay rend me savagely,,,
Now my vermilion ichor exhibits the beautiful limn.
People of this era are pitiless,, my dear!!!
Are deceiving ere and after, not caring for eld..
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 4:53 AM UTC
Niveous, Your soul is niveous,
You dance slightly, following the wind,
You are separate, uniquely beautiful,
You are always cold, pale and thin,
And you are so beautiful, always falling for someone,
Always twirling in a cloud of life.
The sky is dark, but with you here, the world seems brighter...
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 3:27 PM UTC