"pheonix" poems
On flat bank’s where
grass runt reeds grow
waiting for rising tide,
A lone Heron stealths silently
while Gulls cry warning, and dive in to a cold sea air.
Phoenix Peanut and Pandora
stranded on wet mud bank,
wait for their chance to escape
but it’s bonds that need to be severed in their quest for freedom.
Estuary lights dim and flicker in the distance while closer to shore Mermaids sing on the breath of a storm.
Beckoning sailors "come ride the waves"
Siren songs of lost souls and shadows
“Come with us” on this bursting sea.
And they sing with a drowning charm
as fishermen launch vessels under a shawl covered wife's watchful eye.
And yesterdays widows weep, face rained bright from navigational lights.
Ships bell ring in time with a rollicking sea,
Pheonix Peanut and Pandora
still await their escape but not this night.
While the Heron has long fled this great swell.
No cries now from gulls nor mothers hurrying their little ones to the safety of their coal fired warm homes.
Just the rage of wave riding mermaids that will have their bounty
the heart and souls from a fisherman life.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
I'm sorry, I don't remember you, what was your name? Funny how you can't remember who I am yet you were my world at one point.
An introduction wil sufice, my name is sea, yours must be moon because I'm steady drawn to you while you taunt me with your perfection.
bless me with the smile I'm used to and I may give you the carress of which you've been forgetting so it may jog your memory.
Do you still not recognize me? Perhaps a slight lock of the lips... Welcome back love, I've missed you far too much.
If only life were as simple as the above described, maybe then I might see her. The soul of a butterfly, the heart of a pheonix, yet a love with the strength of a thousand hearts.
She is my counterpart, a taboo to none but I, She.. the... god. My goddess of whom I've been missing. I welcome her with an open heart and a spacious view of her love.
I get on my knees in worship of my goddess, only to thank the lord for her. My personal blessing and I shall pay homage to her every chance I get.
To hold her, you can't imagine. She's the warmth of the sun, the sweetness of a black cherry, the softness of fresh picked cotton, yet ironically as cool as a glass of ice water to one parched and decrepit.
I'm in love, no, yes, no. What's the conflict? Why does it matter?
Am I not a the earth? Is she not a moon to me, or beter yet, an extension of my personal self? She satisfies the need for intimacy better than those before her and yet I can't think straight. Is this supposed to happen?
Mutual love. What I needed, she provided like a mother and child. Yet we're still at a disconnect.
She said we're romeo and juliet, did she not see the ending? or did that tell all I needed to know? I think not. She was a representation of what the heart wants, and the heart wants what it wants.
Sugar brown placid beauty, rest your head once more on my shoulders as we rest in a sunset meant for the long-hall and discuss what is meant to be of our distantly close relationship.
Pray we make it and kiss me goodbye, for when all is said and done no games shall we play but still bet it all against the odds.
Do you remember me? Nevermind colleague, we are in a multi-verse all our own.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 11:52 AM UTC
rock smashes scissors
break our swords
Scissors cut paper
tear up our poetry
paper covers rock.
shielded by policy
we have our voices.
all rock, all scissor, all paper.
all spock, all lizard
we do not play games, we Speak.
We throw spock hands like Gang signs
spit parsel tongue at pride haters
we write love letters to revolution
We cut red tape with our long fuzes
Hit rock bottom, more bass in our
Voices than god knows what to do with
So we tell him exactlly where it should go.
Rock Paper Scissors Lizard Spock
They hold their pens like scissors
carving history books into erasure poems
We would swing our pens like swords.
But no leader we trust has been elected yet.
We would have a leader to guide us
But snakeoil salesmen plague our trenches.
There would be no snakeoil salesmen if
we had a stable government
We would have a stable government
but the stability was sharpied out of our history books.
And To history, loud voices sound
like the fires of god.
And are we not the voices with more bass then God knows what to do with.
without words on the wind,
There is no flame
so aren't we fire.
We all have tealights waiting in cold oven hearts.
stone hearths begging for Ignition
eager for bootleg promises of warmth
The orange rhetoric of our future
no warmer than tinders logo.
or a video recording of a fireplace
flickering on a flatscreen at best buy.
We are distracted constantly.
misdirected by Houses of paper cards
origami swans we don't dare unfold
Staying ignorant of the tire track liner inside.
origami swans are so much more beautiful
when they have secrets, right?
I have a matchstick
watch me strike it lit
flare this paper swan into a pheonix.
And hold it in my fist.
there will be fire.
and it will not be a metaphor
But It will be a revolution
And it will be a pheonix
and the pheonix WILL be a metaphor
The Rabbi at Temple Beth El
said when a mans consumed by gods fire
it is a severance from faith, a spiritual death.
what have we done
if not lost faith in our government?
Been consumed by the fires of god.
and why not tattoo pheonix feathers
on our backs?
at least this death gave us warmth.
a home in the world's ashes.
I stared at the dragons fire that stormed towards me
thanked it for the oppurtunity
to walk out of this world
holding dragons eggs
Like Daneris Tygareon
and they will be real dragons.
incubated by REAL fire
despite this crumbling cataclysm
you call a great america.
Spock handed Lizards larger and louder
with all the rocks
paper and scissors they need
to set the world on fire.
To Finally see something beautiful be born.
A Home that keeps them warm.
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 12:53 AM UTC
One day I will die, as is what happens with all.
But I'm no longer scared. I won't be forever gone.
Just like the Phoenix, I will come back, reborn onto this world.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 8:32 PM UTC
I'm from the land of candy, which is as rare as gold.
I'm from the land where fruits are our desserts and rice is a must.
I'm from the land where cheese is a treat and milk is banned.
I'm from the land where determination is my Parliament Building,
The Library is my City Hall,
Technology is my Plaza,
And Music is my Town Square.
I'm from the land where Math is our School,
Lucy Maud Montgomery is our teacher,
And Creativity are our Artists.
I'm from the land of pine-smelling air and strokes of sunburn.
Where laughter is heard at every corner.
I'm from the land of a Dominating Dad and a Mature Mom.
I'm from the land of a Busy Brother whom is somewhat caring.
I'm from the land which changes constantly,
Hot and Cold,
And is always forgetful.
I'm from the land where Pheonix Wright is our King and Meg Cabot is our Princess.
I'm from the land where friends are our special jewels,
And family is priceless.
I'm from the land where my valuables are my memories
And I'm still collecting them.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 1:29 AM UTC
Something far more dangerous than any weapon
Something far more destructive than war
Something more awe inspiring than any hero
Something more beautiful than any heavenly maiden
Brighter than the sun itself
And far more fragile than any glass
Seducing any one who could even picture it
The Phoenix Fire
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 4:01 AM UTC
Family Bound
My Family means everything too me
Got a brother in the Navy He's married got a beautiful
wife too.
He's enjoyin the beautiful sunsets in the city where Micky Cohen use to own.
Got my other brother whos a gear head, a knucklehead, works on knuckle heads, and hes my knuckles too.
Me and him use to get into it throw a little bruises around but **** has he made me proud
went to the city where you can cook eggs on the sidewalk Pheonix.
Went to school too work on bikes and now works at Harley.... this means for me free tee shirts and cool biker partys too go to
hot women in leather pants and mean dudes with long goatees.
My Mom shes a healer, a bible dealer, and the leader of a womens AA program but is married to a Ex-convict, Ex-felon, Ex-drug dealing, Ex-rapist
I never understood why she goes for trying to heal men maybe it's because shes been trying to fix all of her 3 boys and thats the only way she knows how to love a man. Either way I love her too death and it'll be death if that man decides to lay a hand on her again... you'll see something that only Hades eyes have seen but enough about that loser... Unto my Old man.
My pops hes a machine mechanic a use too be psychobath maniac tatted up with rough hands, palms always itching and eyes always looking out for his family. He once told me Jay " You Gotta Pay to Play" and those words have stuck with me for some reason for a long *** time. He always has these little one liners that just make ya get back to reality,wipe your nose clean, put your head up and stand up straight and get back to the money. So thats my blood thats what makes my heart beat everyday knowing that my family gots my back to succeed.
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 12:40 PM UTC
Awake, Scattonians Arise!
Like the Pheonix's last
Look to the Rise of Scattonia!
And First days will be Glorious
How we will **** for him!
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 9:50 PM UTC
Archeangel, cindering pheonix
impartial to idols, diguises
want burning want
point at difference,
crisis proxy
of accumulation
swim out to sea,
swim out to sea
fractured, vacant
shooting ghosts in the dark
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 11:20 PM UTC
my journey begins here
the future awaits my presence
learning to create my ventures
as i explore my essence
i am destined to succeed
and be an influence to someone
rising like the pheonix
and shine like the sun
no more holding back
its time to move forward
all of those days and nights
spending endless times being bored
now its my turn
to show the world my skills
enhancing my intelligence
as my dreams are being fulfilled
Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 11:58 AM UTC
*Remember
When I kissed
Your naked soulfire
Gently caressing the time
We spent between moments so fragile
Like porcelain dolls
Fragile in their meer existence
Capable of splender
Or distroyed
Crumbling to dust
Time has come full circle
Meeting in my dreamtime
Shades of a new horizon
Exquisite upon the ivory keys
A melody of life yet born
And yet so silent is the tune of my love
Bare not a scorn
For past illusions
I lay soulfire naked before your throne
Pheonix rise to meet your challenge
A myriad of emotions freefall
Landing upon your eyelids
I may put fear where fear is unwanted
But remember
Your soul is beckoning you
To be all that you can
So in letting go
You are merely
Recognising
Yourself
Within the illusion*
Mar 2, 2013
Mar 2, 2013 at 6:48 PM UTC
Standing underneath the moon, stars, and satellites.
The sky is falling but not for us, not tonight.
"We're a perfect match" I thought, "Your blue eyes and my blue heart."
And you can call us crazy if you want but we simply just got a head start.
Death is running through our veins, indefinitely ill.
For us it's real, just check the hospital bill.
A black blooded girl and broken-hearted boy.
But we accept the cruel hand we're dealt and still find joy.
We're starting over now. History is fiction.
Not even God can't touch us; we're out of his jurisdiction.
We were filed under "left for dead" so fate sewed us together with a needle and thread.
Baby, together we are invincible. We may bend, but we will not be broken.
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 12:34 AM UTC
Love leads to unity
Of course.
The great attractor to the source.
A tour de force
Unity,
Oh but of course.
I longed to understand for so long
And now I do.
At least, I know where I'm going to.
Away from separate thoughts of separate action
And toward a place that's combined, less fraction.
Not fragments, one whole;
A piece of a puzzle perhaps
But a picture perfect piece at that.
All around we see the signs
Leading us back to timeless time.
Know your goal and the battle's over
You realize your whole life has been the closure.
Male and female they meet as one
You are reborn as a pheonix from the sun,
Lies and deceit no longer shading.
The knowledge that you are the divine Son is waiting.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 2:19 AM UTC
Pheonix grows wings
borne up
upon the scent of coffee bean
trailing heat
born fresh
from rising steam
her beauty
captured
in half open eyes
as morning
calls her
once more arise
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 9:16 PM UTC
You always know what to say,
even after you've said every wrong thing fathomable
"You're worth it. You're worth everything I do for you."
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
The anchiant tree bid farewell to its entity
It's chartreuse leaves fell swiftly to the ground
Its roots still holding the corpse earthbound
The exhausted landmark left our reality
And forgot it's dying identity
It did not leave any fruit to be found
It seemed almost no life was life around
The old tree left into eternity
Though there did seem to be something left
The tree, like a pheonix, left a new soul
The young life would make many hearts whole
It would grow to be crowned as the new king
And give the people a new place to sing
And it's years of wisdom would show in rings.
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 12:00 AM UTC
The strength and power to control what you will.
*Moon tides leaning forward, unwillingly praising the shore's glare.
Slaves that dance and chant in the ocean of glass. Uncontrollable Scintillation at dawn, beyond your limbs' imagination.
I speak of powerful motion, along to the fiery drum beat of a universal heart.
Mindlessly Swaying to the crashing of waves, heat waves, waves; well, the music of the earth humbly beneath your feet.
Of national rhythm, spectacle truths, that spectrum of light that teaches after dark times.*
The power and strength to do your will.
*The blush of rose in the sky near night time. Articulation of life's pleasures into a single moment.
The milky way, every way, life's way; way.
To give the pheonix her flame, to give the sun her glow.
Control of the moons above us, the star, the night. Conductor of rhythm, music flowing through your veins in its perfection.*
The strength. Imagine.
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 9:28 AM UTC
where night is black opals
before the storm.
out of the flames,
pheonix bright,
our love,
reawoken,
tender and ageless,
pansy-faced like
a jaguar of the night,
purple, blue and yellow
the bloodless fire,
and somewhere in
the hurt and the pain
the ghosts like an
old sinatra song
sing their melodies
in the sad summer hours.
i don't think i'll
ever feel so bruised
or so dark, our love
out of those blue-ghost
flames.
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 9:15 AM UTC
Sometimes, I wish I could incubate,
fetally embracing my demons,
and arising only when I am
once again,
whole.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 5:53 PM UTC
When this at last falls to ash
Well rise out like a pheonix
The eagle shall be beatin'
For these creatins have demeaned it
Brains are washed away
In the main streams current
And the path of least resistance
Gets a washed and watered version
The truth's a priceless prize
That if you want you have to earn
And pieces pure of **********
Are crystal clear once finally learned
God has set this task before me
To melt this house of wax
And though I have been found wanting
He makes up for what I lack
Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 7:43 PM UTC
From failure
Sparks
New birth;
Out of ashes
We rise
Aflame,
Fists raised
Up,
Hope held
High
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 10:31 PM UTC
healing
growing
bursting
overflowing
expanding
I exist
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC
I sit within myself loosely
Like crumpled sheets
Waiting to be made
A song laid out
Semi quaver (dis)chord
Waiting to be played
A whisper
Caught between
Tongue and lip
I am whiskey
Sipped
Then spilled
Time killed
I am paused
Mid flight
A Pheonix
Rising
Covered in ash
Jul 29, 2011
Jul 29, 2011 at 6:16 PM UTC
And I don't know how many days have passed since the moment I started wondering about the tempest that came with the realization of existence.
And I don't know how many hours of those days I wondered about whether I was the spawn being played on the chessboard, or whether I was the knight that was eliminated.
And I don't know how many minutes of those hours I spent burning myself with the matchstick that would soon be incinerated like the string of emotions within me, nor do I know of whether I am the pheonix, or whether I am merely its ashes that were washed away with the rain. And I do not know how many seconds of those minutes I sought refuge in, nor have I paid any heed to the spasms that overtook me on the bridges in the photographs of the yesterdays. And I know not of how many lives I led in those seconds. And in those minutes, my memory fades unto, and in those hours, I write the stories, and in those days, I throw the paints onto the streets, so that they flow through the nooks and crannies and spread a few colours that I knew not of, for all I really knew was that my insomnia visited me when I missed you the most.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC
Rising
Like a warm loaf
On a slowly turning winters eve.
Sitting. Still. Window sill. Warm sun.
It has begun.
Taking leave
From my
Seated place
Alongside this scenic, arduous
Road.
Kicking out
My legs.
Muscle stretch and yawn.
I am changeling,
Unsteady and unsure
On eager feet.
I am heartbeat. Beating.
I am jarred door.
Unhinged and
Swinging in the spring breeze.
Reading this book
As I write each page.
Dog eared and laughing.
Crushed spine and crying.
I am chapters unfolding
Burnt and bleeding pages.
Edges tested by time.
I am unrest
Settling into itself.
Dust on a shelf
Fanned off by the
Zephyr
Stirring within.
The west wind
Blowing in,
Releasing me.
So this is what it feels like to be free.
So this is life calling me.
And so I rise.
The Pheonix
In the freshness of youth.
Through the cycle of years.
I am reborn and
Being.
Nov 11, 2010
Nov 11, 2010 at 11:31 PM UTC