"nothern" poems
Her eyes are nothern stars guiding me
Her smile is wind in my sail bringing me near
My Magellan eyes scan her coast and sky
My words, a cartagrapher drawing her every curve and line
I sail an ocean of curiosity till storm of her desire
send me crashing ashore
Let my heart be run aground upon her chest
Let me be stranded upon her lips,
My hands castaway in her hair
And wander her silken seashore
Love has led me to a New World
I want to explore every part
I have found the great fortune of my life
in her untamed, wild land
Like Cortes, I burn the ships
May I never be rescued
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 5:21 PM UTC
i still see you in my dreams
you come and go in flashes of raw and sacred light
like heat lightning
a mile and one half downstream
from my not-so-secret hide-out
amongst the limping cedars and smouldering sage
and i?
i am the thunder
tap-dancing my way
through the ill-reviewed chapters of your life
the same way that your nothern lights glow
through every lifetime of mine
*i found you, once
and i'm miserable at letting go*
for, oh
you move so slow
yet you're somehow far too hot to trail
like a commet lusting after its own tail
lacing our solar system
with the whimsy of wishes to throw in the air
or the well
or at the man in the sky
who promises to keep us from hell
it's just so bizzare
how i find your missing heartbeat
in every stray that mine picks up
and the way that you're stitched to my sole
like my shadow's lone companion
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 4:42 AM UTC
Shining in the shadows of the night
Radiently glowing like a Nothern star at Twilight.
From the darkest thickest mud of nature I rise
Seeing how I grow is a element of surprise
thru the Human's naked eyes
Im surrounded by the troubling waters
And yet my pedals dont get wet.
Once I take a deep breathe in
A New adventure will soon to begin
As I let my life unfold
Look at The Beauty of Yah's Work, Behold.
Standing tall, so beautiful and Bold.
Shimmering like nuggets of Gold.
As still as the sight of Winters beauty, So Cold!
Beyond the grandeur of my splendor is a story left untold.
Breaking out from the Dimness of the gloom
Becoming Like a lotus flower to blossom and bloom.
Breaking thru from the darkness of my past.
Thank Almighty I am free at last.
In my yesterdays I was a caterpillar and Today Im a butterfly
Metaphorically speaking the new me is living so the old ugly me had to die.
Like water is to the body being washed clean I am purified.
Positioned like a Tower.
Inside Lies Source of Power.
I have a soul of the lotus flower.
Im not the one to use a cliche
But on this very Day I can feel your vibes coming my way As I close my eyes and bow my head to pray
To you all who reading these words Namaste!
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 5:20 PM UTC
that’s genius! honestly,
we killed apache and aztec tribalism off
with money,
by said: copper signatured elizabeth ii
is worth more than gold signatured john...
there was never a second given
the magna carta...
only the individual will to will survives...
to get the biological categorisation treatment
is really horrid, morbid to resurrect death even;
otherwise it's all heidegger as:
only the individual will to be survives...
which really does but really doesn't appropriate
humanity, given there's no given example -
although ideally it's all maple syrop & pancakes dandy.
i hate the english intellectual output,
it’s so finite, so fascinated with post-anglo-saxon gore.
nonetheless...
copper worth more than gold
just, just because it had elizabeth ii written on it
as the unrighteous owner of copper?!
i dare say i will complain with a jacobite plot
to plough fireworks in parliament.
i guess it does translate as kingdom in nothern ireland:
bow and **** the kind m’lord;
i’ll write you a *********** of reality you wish you could have seen:
just so you could satiate your necessity of writing fiction...
because in terms of reality and writing fiction...
you haven’t seen enough of the first.
so you do the next best thing equated with western democracy...
you hide me.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 9:13 PM UTC
There's a deafning silence in this place
One which creeps like death as frost permeates the landscape
Freezing nothern gales redifine my knowledge of pain
As roots are assaulted with upheaval, the forest whispers my name
The wailing stars up above, and sleeping stones below
In this land of agony ruled by tyrants of snow
Sorrow unending, crests with the moon
A revelry of grief, a portent of doom
The howls of wolves cut through the air like a knives
Grim reminders of our past and better lives
Only a war-torn remainder, plagued with a bloodsoaked mirth
Testament to when heathens ruled the earth
Ravens circle overhead in the blood red sky
Awaiting spiritual carrion as our souls slowly die
There is no golden radiance here
The sun finds no place, only hides in fear
Amongst the pillars we are relinquished
Before a pantheon of oak and birch
Where on thrones of fire, gods perch
Lightening strikes not once, but twice
Honoring us in our glorious fight
To the realm of spirits we ride
One by one swelling with pride
To see our ancestors again
We never in life, feared the end
The constellations call us home
And so we depart, leaving only our bones
Among the sleeping stones and blackened oak
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 9:15 PM UTC
HELP! HELP!! HELP!!!
Am lost in the cosmos,
Surrounded by darkness in a terrain I can't explain.
'lead me through the night' I could only yell.
The more i yelled the fainter my reverberations struck my ear.
Should i turn to the left or to the right?
My weary heart spoke in protest.
The thought of my predicament made me feel dizzy.
Twas a long night filled with despair.
I could only feel the stings of some silly insects and hear the sounds of some happy crickets.
All around me I could Perceive uncertainty.
I waited for hundreds of hours for day to come,
But time proved to me that I was in a zone of perpetual darkness.
I looked to the skies all my eyes could find was a thick dark cloud.
Days rolled into weeks.
Though i lost track of time,each second seemed like a million years.
At this point i had lost strength to speak and my vigour was at its brink.
Turning to my left i could see a shadow of a stone.
I gazed at the atmosphere in admiration,
As i saw darkness being overtaken by light.
In a matter of some microseconds a star appeared and dominated the galaxy.
Hurray! It was a northern star.
Its brightness was unique in that its radiance produced a fragrance of calmness and serenity.
As soon as i could find my pouch,I began to move in the direction of the Star.
It led me through the grass lands and savannah there I settled and ate some cashews
Gradually we entered into a rain forest.I stopped by a river flowing eastward from the savannah to drink some water.
Step by step I kept trailing the star till I got to my abode.
The northern star stood at my roof and shone forever.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 9:13 PM UTC
When the mountains
Of nothern Cali ring
Gramps lays back
Cool tuned cat,
Listening
To the
Waves sing the breeze.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
Winter. What a beautiful part of the year. The times you look out the window and see how beautifully snow falls. When the whole ground is beneath the white bedsheet. Snow covers ***** cities full of sinners. Snow hides flaws, our most dreadful nooks and corners.
Winter is the best time to fall in love like you have never. Ever. When everything seems so cold instead of your lover's heart that can warm you. When everyone seems so cold but in your lover's arms everything gets better somehow.
Nothing could be better than keep warm under a white blanket with someone. Or look upon skyes with nothern lights and dimly lightening stars breathing in the deapth of cold space but shine to warm others eyes.
There is nothing better than just soundessly listen to nature, your heartbeating and have a way somewhither.
Nothing can be better than fall in love with you...
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 7:36 AM UTC
The aftertaste dark black coffee is the taste how our relationship after it ends,
bittersweet with pungent acidity, but this one burns
Right now, standing in the beginning,
I don't know what you do, but it's blinding
Yet there's this little voice ringing,
I'm scared to write our future 'cause I know there's none
It's bleak in the midst of dust and sand
Can't see clearly and nothing's solid off the ground
So, 'let's leave darling', said little voice, 'find your way home once again'
'he's none to have unless you're looking for fun'
yet for fun how much should we amend
'wish you would peek your nothern star once again'
'and just follow it 'till the end'
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 11:24 PM UTC
A form not clayed into disgraceful mans creation,
But stewed from the ashy depths of nothern lake Erie!
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC