"perfuse" poems
Mongst the salacious ferns of
Artemis requested in the land
of the handsome labyris women
wealing and weaving Vulcans
shrewd hearts of jasper and
chalcendony, governess Hulda
cleaves Muspellsheims yew bones
fletching mandrakes philtre whetting
hie Cupids perfuse herb of grace
intercessorial unto volcanic pious
virtues haranguing loves cataract
dashing herewith demotic enditements
distempered of ludic ordination;
forging a year and a day halest
cledonomancies volley of truths
bequeathing privity of Heavens
prismatic trajectory.
ELEETE J MUIR.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 9:25 PM UTC
I've been told; life is all about growth and maturity
Leaving the nest and learning to take on and embrace your surroundings
Then explain why I feel as though I'm shrinking, constantly fighting these ongoing insecurities?
People always preach about being true to who you are
The unknown galaxy of the delicate mind is somehow bigger than our own body
Exile the unworthy nightmares and follow the dreams that may appear bizzar
But what do you do when you're all alone in a crowded room?
And extraversion and introversion are the two demons playing tug of war?
I wish I were plain and simple like a white rose, just allowing myself to bloom
What do I do when the glorious stars lose their twinkle?
Once so bright and majestic, now blurry and incoherent
How should I uproot these sorrows, when they're so profound and as deep as wrinkles?
If the lies and confusion are steering clear of the shadows of hope
And these tears, sharp as daggers are supposed to seize to a stop
Then why does it seem as though everything is heading in a downward slope?
It reminds me of a beautiful bird trapped in an iron barred cage
Struggling, and flapping it's wings in deprivation of escaping
It could shrill and cry, but no one shows interest in it's excruciating rage
If razors weren't sharp and scissors had no blades
If skin were tougher than rubber
Would these unruly memories and tortured thoughts drift into the distance and fade?
I despise how the facts are too hard to handle and never good enough
No matter how much you strive for change, god's never on your side
And frankly, I'm exhausted from putting up walls and having to always be so tough
No matter how hard I try, I am still lost and weak
Searching for the true meaning in blank canvased skies
At a loss of how to correct a lack of color in this never ending streak
I know who Faith is, and hopefully she'll grace her presence upon me soon
Maybe she'll teach me how to expand my wings and soar into the horizon
Allowing sublimity to perfuse like a butterfly, rather than falling into the darkness of a constricted cocoon
Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 7:42 PM UTC
I catalog events with a subtle, ulterior pretense
Describing the notorious infamy in all the events
And anything characterized, inspiring, and bold
Makes a story unfold in the real time it's told
I am snowblind and need defibrillation to wake up
Either my heart turned cold or has simply had enough
The ferry fan dreamboat has only so inadequately found
That as I feel my orienting response record the time down
It is not truly me who was looking around
Though I can pinpoint the exact moment that I drowned
The only lingering product of me absolutely remaining
Is the aftermath of my angina so ever restraining
Never complaining until the sound of the trigger
Then I'll be adamant to describe that noise with vigor
Though rigorous it may be, I will try, I might even with some tact
And let you in one last time presenting only fact.
I stepped away and left this place while presently in line
The sentence was one more time for the last time
And then you said goodbye
I was watching all the while a vapor on the scene
And I felt myself lose oxygen with no production in my spleen
My blood does not perfuse in that bilateral moment of blame
How can I let asystole clamp and constrict my cowed red vein?
How could I dilate the cause of my shame?
How could I love my life in the rain?
The simple reason I was experiencing tinitus...
I found out all connections were lies
Like a manufactured virus
Love was a prescription with doses written in ink
With no distinction and no response I could not think
With no recompense or recognition I felt my larynx shrink
I was only dumbfounded so I took to my reflexes
Handpicking a numb tendency to fill my recesses
But it only drains you and me and leaves a hole behind
I'm nowhere near magical so it's power cannot rewind
If so inclined I'll tap my spine and steer it all back
But I don't feel you anymore
Only this heart attack
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 1:40 PM UTC
You coated your words in spice;
fragrant lies perfuse deep inside.
Wrapped and bundled and brandished
in bouquets of flowering excuses.
You’ve taught me a lesson;
after letting those words of yours
taint the inside of my head,
dripping into my heart.
Spoilage, wasted.
Never could you have committed
any crime more cruel.
When your flowers wilt
and fade,
when your spices turn rancid,
I will know what it was.
You never loved me at all.
You can replace me in days.
Find a new love to call.
Apparently she fills the voids
I couldn’t anymore.
Take those fanciful dreams of yours,
of you and me and memories,
and bury them alongside what’s
left of me.
I don’t need to be pulled along
into your little playground;
your little fair, exhibit, of
times gone by when we
once touched.
Just know that I’m still the one
who took you exploring.
I’m the one who offered you a different
revolution.
I’m the one you worshipped naked before you
not very long ago.
And you, girl.
I can only offer you such sympathy.
Because you’ve opened yourself to the same shadow,
the predator in all loves;
the one that toys and bends and preys on that
vulnerable little parcel of yours.
The one that beats for him.
But don’t forget it also beats for you.
And do you really want him to tease and taunt and
hold that thing?
Poor girl.
When he brandishes that same bouquet at your door,
you know it’s time, poor thing.
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 2:56 AM UTC
Ego
dissolved into a spellbound state
Access
to realms that were once beyond reach
And Like
unanticipated spaceflight
Ample
light upsurge, pumps inwards then out
Perfuse
in its race within the bloodstream
Spreading
through you, through me, Straight from heaven
Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
You’re a pacifist yet,
war sins in your skin
Mist of sick sweat
thin and diluted
Voice has been muted
Clued in and clueless,
opinions are useless
Divisions of truths
and selfish intentions
used and mentioned
to muse attention
in confused directions
Not a fuse or spark
can perfuse the dark
misused as protection
~kb
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 1:43 AM UTC
Obstinate and obfuscated
We triturate our toenails
Micturate on the furniture
Burning is our covenant
Our overture is here and now
There are no random dealings
With any of our Mothers
Gone are the plumbers
And brothers
Who steal your instruments
We establish madness
Like crazed sailors
Establish mutiny
Our minds are just lightbulbs
Blinking on and off again
And now I like to go to bed
Without any dinner
We are all pediatricians
Here for the people
Who don't know any better
Vaccines are inarticulate measures
To produce outcomes
That are suspicious
And circumspect at best
I protect my right to freedom
You can bleed me
If you need to
I am unperturbed
By your perfuse fusions
Of infinite allusions
Our accents accented
Our innocence deflected
We ended up alone
Still our burning
Has a purpose
Long past the final warning
I heard you laughing
And chose not
To take you to task
On your failures
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 3:41 PM UTC
They are ******* it- "Them", the lifeless forms
Right out of me - every sliver of contentment;
I feel it leaving me : soul departing a body
Leaving me- the shell of my being.
From my bedroom, I see the slice of life
Pretty blue skies, birds and evergreen trees.
I see my dusted friends by the bed
As "They" perfuse me with their darkness.
My four white walls bear silent witnesses,
But my angel- she stands guard patiently-
Patiently waits as I drown myself in the noises;
Hoping to drive away the dark with the loud raps.
But then "They" last only for so long;
As the goings get tough, I repeat that over-n-over --
Looking for the exit route. I just need to last
Until "They" tire out for today.
For then, that would be my win for the day.
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 5:03 PM UTC
i love you
And
(after ******* your throat)
you are so pretty
in short dark
hair eyes
cut by running
with little
rills of
eyeliner
and sweat;
cheaks alive with
glowing of
luster and fair
youth–perfuse;
firm and supple
through the
hip and belly:
i want to be
always kissing
and tasting
deeper
into your thighs.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC
To whom would rush the wounds of love with love;
Let take a caution deep where your wound bleeds;
Perfuse the stream, the flow is flow's behove
To love is not 'in love' without its deeds.
The void will drain without another grief
Why two to bore when one is plentiful
And portioned love deceives and all to brief
So reason then to heal and heal there full.
But time has half a doctorate of pain
The tested friend is patience met with heart,
And he or she with both is lover's gain;
To love as freshest as the springtime start.
So tender yours beneath that lover's rain
Then out the colored bow! And love's again.
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 6:12 AM UTC
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PF23EtYwvMs
There lives a touch of the Divine inside my soul tonight
and as I surrender to its peaceful ways I begin to awaken gently
I am a wayward soul in need of Godlike essence,
a Seraphic beauty that unties with every silent prayer.
My heart allows the inner flow of the Divine to intervene,
as scented thoughts penetrate and perfuse, I meet my Divine
muse;
In this quiet paradise for one I am connected to all beings
and all beings are connected to me, through love.
Tonight the incense shall burn inside this ancient kiln
"Yarim Tepe"... softening the edges of my emotions,
like a Divine emollient, and turning me to softer shadows;
The sound of inner peace shawling, I breathe
and as the soul meets the night, my dreams take flight
In this Divine journey of discovery, I am content
to co-exist, aside its beautiful liquid golden light.
Mar 25, 2023
Mar 25, 2023 at 6:54 AM UTC