"prepossessed" poems
for sent a skyline to the day
a kiss with wings of smile.
(these lights of Yes you call your eyes
are blessed with skies of deep array)
let’s talk too little and say too much
with words of forever in our slightest touch.
for when feeling is hearing
the breezes start singing
of scattered songs in the air,
(unsounding, but ever there)
when all my notes of frameless bars
sync with the rhythm of your fateless stars.
for the world is a cube rolling on and on
through every kind of time and place.
and i feel quite blessed and prepossessed
that all the pieces of our universe fell
so that even the Fall could have guessed
the way i would breathe the scent of your grace.
for life is a dreamboat flowing along
the river of time through silence and song.
when older is sooner and younger is late,
and the earth is a picnic too out of date,
although we’re quite busy with everythings to do
i’d happily share my dreamboat with you.
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 10:57 AM UTC
She'll always be mine, in my mind, she was just too kind, she didn't see I was blind, she didn't hear me in rewind, gripping the gears we grind. Slipping through the best time of my life.
My heart's shredded like weak lettuce, no function ****** relapsing sex-addict. Choice is asymptomatic my anticlimactic, sexless ****** maggot.
She found out, I was ground out, last boxing bout. Hot flame snuffed out, no more volcano spout, just get the **** our , you're off this route.
This is my dream now, gotta get back somehow. I gotta get a rolls Royce, then she'll feel my voice. No need to waste no more words, she only wants a new purse, she gonna jet or else.
Sorry story has yet to unfold, I'm bearing my soul so don't betray my song. Ice any intuition, your heart will always win. This body is prepossessed, we are slaves to libido's blessing.
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC
having descried a
day's bathing
image--
loosely christened
by running
transparencies.
lambently
blind as a stone's
stone throw--
prepossessed of
distance.
exhortations of:
retain thy image!
wholly bisected--
thus intersected by
what beholds as the
consequence of retain.
oblations continually
raised up with dull squints--
to please the heights of overseers.
oblations continually lowered
down with torches--
to please the depths of under-seers.
our juxtapositional brilliance's
harvested, by a static field
of meditation.
salient points of etheric half turns,
suggest a circle already completed.
retain thy image--as time compositely
sketched.
fugitive thy reality.
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 1:48 PM UTC