"prepaired" poems
so long so painful this journey
to surrender myself anew like a bud full of tension
recognize you, reinvent the rituals of sensing
I weep in front of the threshold of spring
between eros and thanatos an excessive tenderness
I am well prepaired for the erosion of time in my hair
poetry and reality facing each other in my hands
I do not hope do not despair do not wait for grapes to wonder
it's just the taste of it, the feel of it, this quality of the infinite
that makes me look at you with androgynous complicity
Mar 11, 2023
Mar 11, 2023 at 9:44 AM UTC
As the leaf falls, it is not acknowledging a life finished, of weeping over a life diminished. But turning down a new road, searching for a humble abode.
A place where it can be who it wants to be. A place to be free.
But as the wind guides it to the ground, a new thought it has found.
what freedom will it have, always lying still, doing nothing out of it's own will?
getting caught in storms, forced to take new forms.
And as I see this leaf falling, I wonder: where is this freedom that we strive to reach, that is wanted for us each, if we have not learned what they teach?
Because the world today requires not what we have bought, but requires thought.
We must enter this world having truthfully declared, that we are ready and prepaired. Being able to take on whatever the world throws in our path and quiet it's wrath. The freedom that we desire must be earned. to have it, many things must be learned.
The bar is always set higher than you are. You must have what it takes to go so far. You cannot simply be up to par.
Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 4:41 PM UTC
she called out and i followed the sound
through thorns and past snakes till she was
found
she reached out and i held her hand
i pulled her out and helped her stand
i dusted of her clothes
and prepaired her warm bath
i did let her drink from my mouth
the first time i looked in to her eyes
i knew that its in there that i will lie
she was beautiful past any word description
she was my only with no other option
i find myself loving her with a great affection
to her mine was a forever devotion
from the woods she came and became my
world
there is nothing that for her could not do
she made me the best i could been
she was my best the most pretty the world had
ever seen
when she talked i used to listen
with attention i found herself that was hidden
she told me her life secrets
those that made my brand Top Secret
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 7:05 AM UTC
young rebellious,adolescent
hormonal stubborn ignorant
like evey other teenager
trying to find myself
trying to find love
unlike others I have a plan
to find a girl
to get a job
graduate college
have a couple kids
own a restaraunt
smart prepaired ready
willing able working
I have a plan
unlike others wasting their time to prepair
for the world to come
im only seventeen
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 10:14 AM UTC
Life. what what does it mean. when does it really start and when does it end?
what do we get out of it, why does it go on? why dont all of us end it short, when does the pain of it start?
why do some have it better then others, why cant we all be happy? why doesnt the struggle stop.
when will it get better? who decides what happens, why do they decide what happens. why dont we ever get a warning when things are going to happen? we never are prepaired for whats next, but thats life its one big adventure
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 8:45 PM UTC
Sickness often comes to us
And there are times we're in dispare
But there's a day that's coming
When when we won't have a care
The sting of death will all be gone
A new song we shall sing
When we cross over Jordan
Our new life will begin
Oh to look upon his face
And see his nail scared hands
I can't wait to see it all
When I reach that promised land
So make your reservations
Get prepaired to go
It's a one way flight to Gloryland
It's in your future...Just so you know
We all must make the journey
For this life one day will end
And your soul will be required of you
Its just the beginning ...Its not the end
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 12:31 PM UTC
I'm writting a poem again here I am
laying on the bed now, laptop in my hand
I wanted to say thank you for all, once again
And I wanted to say I'm blessed yes, again and again
So many things have happend so fast So quick
But who should I thank, will you say "pentru nimic"?
From all the good days which one should I pick?
Until tomorrow comes, tonight will be quiet- tick
I have a part in me that's worried and scared
A part that's there and does go no where
A small piece laying within alone, spared
Its like my mind always says, "be prepaired"
But the good in the world doesn't let me stand behind
The good in us is so beautiful, im not blind
I know we can be better together combined
And our future awaits for us aligned.
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 1:47 AM UTC