"olivine" poems
Your eyes mirrored pools of black
ink and I never knew that the flask
in your pocket would keep me wide
awake into the morning.
The olivine porch outside your country
home was shaped with darker thoughts
and milkweed seed that left me
wondering how you wake in winter.
You lived as a sleeper in the valley
with a zirconium smile and when light
rained down the glass of your hanging lanterns
would break across the sky.
The smoothness of smoke that wrapped
around my lungs kept me lurking
in the corners of drowsy living
and drunken rainbow fires.
You could never offer me more
than what I already had.
So as with everything, the end came
and now the wind is blowing prismatic stars.
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 10:12 PM UTC
Mine queen
Mine easterly wind
That saveth me.
Mine beautiful
Darling of lives
Long lived.
Tis again O'
Tis again, we
Shalt touch ourn
Tissue to intertwine
The mind's of two archaic
Soul's; mine lady, mine home.
Obsidian shalt I wrap around
Thine toes, Olivine crystal to
Grace thy structured shoulder's;
Yellow Spinel as like Ray's of ten-
Thousand star's glittering thy ear's.
Lass, lady of the Orient; wipe away
Thine tear's, for eternal year's art ourn
Own to capture from nonending cloud-walking.
Yea, verily, the Azure's art singing as we shalt chant
"Bala roush, anakar crean monostipi", ourn amare to be uplifting.
Godliness and Impartial giving, life is love, and heaven-sending.
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
Serpentine of hard green sheen
Born in hydrothermal’s spleen
Where pressured, metamorphosed plate,
Converged at boundaries’ Vulcan gate
To lay in tumbled disarray
Where octopi and dolphin play.
From olivine and pyroxene
Derived the crystal serpentine
Through Hellfires’ metamorphic fate
Now crystalized to Greenstone state.
There lying in the golden light
Of mountain stream in tumbled sight
Refracting in the morning sun
That glint of green since time begun.
M.
That glint of green, a jade boulder
in the tumbling mirth of a plummeting
mountain stream in New Zealands'
wild Southwest.
Jacksons Bay
Fiordland National Park
June 2017
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 8:37 PM UTC
Amongst the leaves I am a conductor
I have guided their hue and told them their future
they have agreed
I am a wanderer, I am Bede and lost amidst the cockles
I have bled and tasted the Salton Seas
I will give my entire wealth of the universe which is replenished
I will show the world the gift of my unknown
It is soft chocolate that has melted in the heat
It is a love that is unrequited and dies inevitably
I am a philosopher and upon my hill I view some lady in the garden
She is beautiful but of the state and in that way I cannot be
I am a trader of knowledge and wealth is the secret I guard enviously
She will never have this treatise
I will grow old and wither on the steps of the acropolis
I will become food for the olivine complexion of her skin
I will be the very foundations of her visions
I will touch the corneal fragments of her children
I am a faker and a figment of imagination
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 4:21 PM UTC