"pageless" poems
I am old but soul is ageless
I have read many books but life is pageless
my anger burns into calm
its all just stories, a passing yarn
where am I now, where was I then
everywhere now & everywhere again
it will rain of this I'm sure
from land to land and shore to shore
the sun is changing, so are we
we have no choice
we will be free
we all will run
we all will fight
it wont be darkness we frown on
it will be light
in the end you see the beginning
nobody will lose
cause we'll be winning
Written by my friend Lindsay who passed the yarn..... pass the yarn
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 12:55 PM UTC
My ear drum burst on my birthday
runny wax like moldable clay
My carcass is 32 today
but my energy is ageless
like the pages of the pageless
the life of light creation
Graveyards mark the pity little spot
from death day as we lay and rott
Birth and death are two and the same
from internal we emerge with an internal flame
thrilled till we fade away with our hair
turning white and gray.
Dec 17, 2011
Dec 17, 2011 at 1:30 PM UTC
why ? not
in the glaze
hot subtle petals cravings
blue the read chin pageless verbs
nouning!
wilt a bit ,
like the winter flake
failing warmth.
(i knew too well the autumn .)
welcome me in your fluttering breast beautifully butterfly dUst
key my hole and unlock the secret girders barring beating
muscle incessant tock ticking;
can it be ever said?
howmuch i love thee.
Jun 11, 2010
Jun 11, 2010 at 1:10 AM UTC
Crash unbridled gates. Grind organs
through the rosy calm of tolerance.
See misfits shuck the beasts
in bed with bliss. Type up and tack
to this new daily mess the bounds
of what went by 'neath private barroom
skies; no looming spy will fix you
flint to burn the friendly waters,
flicker honor out to disarrange
and scold some rhyme too bold
for comfort-answers, dumb-fit, fumble-
grounded in some sliver too uncouth.
Tape pageless trees for truth;
blog-sift the spheres, watch darkness' evil
ears upend and train the tuner on
the lips extolling groundwork kisses
(sparkful dominance upstaged
by passion turned to stone:
reserves gone sour, hour unknown.)
Mist-choked misnomers
acting onerous and blinking out of phase:
de-stage the structure. Anchor down who stays,
who pulls the latest polls. While blind-spots
clutch white lace like arguments,
make space to process what flies past
as ****** rats stay the course,
a maze in grace.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC
I wish to define you,
As a passage of time.
A pageless memory,
With words on no line.
Yet too strong for,
A definition you are.
Like grasping sunshine,
From an exploding star.
So in my mind,
Vaguely you'll stay.
Understandings evader,
In which labels dismay...
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 6:49 PM UTC