"nurturance" poems
looking at the mirror
even if not apparent
there is another image
another world, another half
on one side, the fanfare
the other, the silence
resilience amid despair
on one side, all I hear
the other, all that is left unsaid
and I still insist
to remain conscious
apparent
in one hand, nurturance
in the other, discouragement
absent
transposing every moment
that I still stopped
silent, talking
looking at the mirror
even if not apparent
there is another image
another world, another half
in one hand, the missing
and in the other
too.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 2:54 PM UTC
As stars reflect the knowledge of the sacred,
The boiling seas of the cosmos churn acrid.
Upon the nurturance of Venus' passionate quivering calls exclaimed,
The essence of God's wrath so lovingly made tame.
As the chariots of love, upon the courtships of epic virtue, possess,
Our goddess sisters, import the specialty of rule, for which the governs obsess.
As Boreas' trumpet sounds a euphoric ecstatic bliss,
Rosicrucian passion bells hither, to a faint swaying and hiss.
As the murmuring embers of the divine, left receded,
Hour of humanities past, no time of present, so subtley defeated.
As upon death, a mummy spreads its rein,
Crucibles of knowledge, all for not, in vain.
The seduction of fertility and the mysteries left to relish,
Though made bitter upon showers of mourn, to embellish.
The disillusionment of our fathers’ petty immortal opportunity made solemn,
The wisest of men, why, amongst the true, made golem.
Take precedence, then and now, when upon your throne of pride,
As the winds of wrath call upon, our savior’s passion tried.
In due notion a precedence of time, without respect,
A fulfillment of God's love, our souls to resurrect.
As dragons drew the chariots of night with profound duration,
A coward’s sword in hand, his skewer's elation.
As stars reflect the knowledge of the sacred,
Humanities, why… derision for dole, left shaken.
As prophets emit, as seen thus…
When stars do let fall the Sun,
Pray thee, a heavenly Venus.
Apr 3, 2010
Apr 3, 2010 at 2:56 AM UTC
A Respite of Nurturance
~~~~~~
Here nothing is heard
save drips of mother essence
echoing in curved canals
softening walls of red earth
molded with searching caress.
Nothing felt but my creations
forgotten, ignored, feared
now borne again from depths
yearning to express
All I Am
~~~~~~
Here waits my muse
languid in comfort
contentedly still
until the moment of emergence
into the dance of light and shadow.
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 12:43 PM UTC
You tuck your tummy
You wish it is flat
You neglect its wishes
All she wants is listen
And give her dire attention
Your belly
The seat of creation
Find the chakra of passion
Expanding to the universe so designed
Feed her with nurturance
It gives you butterflies
It constipates with unease
Ditch the girdle
The belly jeans
That which constricts its breath
Celebrate its roundedness
Walk and be proud as tall as a tree
Honor thy Womb.
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 10:08 PM UTC
Can't be at ease in the comfort
Of fuzzy untruth this is only a
Slice of reality and I have no feel
For its limited nurturance
This cup of coffee isn't my cup of tea
Missing the edge of purpose
Needing the pull of importance
Isn't within me I am but a tool
In creators tool box
A fool for the thrill of ultimate
So weak and crumbled when dust
Settles in my cracks
I need to see within further beyond and
Out of this world
I need to feel the warmth of your
Souls breath
Embrace your pain
For mine was ever lonely
Always dropped by another
It was too heavy they say
Cast iron it seemed
Nice to rely on its heavy duty
Wall of patience
I got used to it
Direction lost in a whirlpool
Today
Limitations everywhere I turn
Reality reflects little of me
Little of the world
I never knew where I belonged
Only in this one on one
Staring void of all else
Gone
Shaken by the waves of
Their tormented natures
And life is beautiful
In the high pitched
Whine of a violins complaint
And I know no other way
To keep my livelihood
Than to be this joke of a savior
That is how I save myself
If I don't explode or run from life
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 9:36 AM UTC
I stood there with my hands out begging for forgiveness
She gave it but I wilted, until the sun help me to stand
And together we grew on common ground
Understanding fueling my defeat of grief
Leafs budding from rooted truth
We healed with what we both knew
Time passed by, I loved her still
Her freckled face, her sheer will
She was the brightest flower I had seen
But her brilliance became less green
She would take the nurturance we once had shared
She started pulling at my petals
Telling me I wasn’t bright
Saying things to make her light shine
And sneaking all the sun
I let it be, I let her have her fun
I took it every time
Knowing she had once took mine
Thorns took place of soft vulnerabilities
And she stung instead of happy memories
What happened to that flower?
What happened to her power?
What happened to the beauty?
When did you get so *****
Aug 4, 2012
Aug 4, 2012 at 5:00 AM UTC
A home filled with warmth and nurturance
Where you don't have to bluff yourself
Because no one judges you
A home full of consolation
With people you can lean on
Through thunders and joyful times
During pitch-dark days
With no direction to move forward
Powerless,misery and mournfulness
Falling down from cloud 9
Their hands always open to catch you
They never wane from your sight
Family is everything
-Lakhana
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 3:01 AM UTC
So many bumps in the unfolding of a day,
a month,
a year,
a series of eclipses
brought me to an inner caving
to become reunited with the fact that i am on a path going somewhere, i do not know;
desperately trying to retain scraps of the past
in the efforts of a sense of longevity,
my life has become absorbed by the feeling that i lack it
its a nice try
but you can't really force anything
its no longer for a reason
it wouldn't be your past if you were still living in it
elements still remain the same
but you don't listen to the ramone's anymore
or watch horror movies and existential dramas on a daily basis
that energy though, that desire for that energy
that release,
that expression
is still there; its just transformed.
you didn't lose anything,
you just went to the next level.
its just this need to be so extreme, still
the need to busy myself
to fill up the time w/ new things.
why not just embrace the coming and going?
the subtlety of it
why does that have to be "death" as we know it?
the going of the old and coming of the new
after ever having never been a beach person, i now realize that it is a setting for the embracing of the state (event) of transition
i guess that's why i've been being attracted to it, and the moon;
to water.
theres so much ebb and flow.
the being "ruled" by "something"
"something" so much larger than you
but i am brought back down to the imagery of the here and now,
of my basement,
to the need for me to cast my life out like a fishing line;
to stop eating the words of others in hopes of sustenance.
to stop eating their poison,
depression;
illness; inner decay
to take the sins of others off the menu.
Can that realization be enough?
that i don't want to devour anything, anymore
Learning to not devour worlds as a life lesson.
and knowing that the world i want to be in
is the one of reminding myself that it's okay to wander,
a world of nurturance
of feeding and being fed.
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 5:27 PM UTC
#*A day, a week
Months on a row
Unburdened by the show
They go
Dates to keep
To pass, and sweep
The crumbs, away
In the moment, and for
The quiet, in the humdrum
Forever stays
In absolute state
Pitchers and plants
Watering and nurturance,
Symbiotically thrive
no pitcher plants
In place*#
Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 9:42 AM UTC